Isa15:1 An oracle concerning Moab. Because Ar is laid waste in a night Moab is undone;because Kir is laid waste in a night Moab is undone.
Isa15:2 The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places to weep;over Nebo and over Med'eba Moab wails. On every head is baldness, every beard is shorn;
Isa15:3 in the streets they gird on sackcloth;on the housetops and in the squares every one wails and melts in tears.
Isa15:4 Heshbon and Ele-a'leh cry out, their voice is heard as far as Jahaz;therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;his soul trembles.
Isa15:5 My heart cries out for Moab;his fugitives flee to Zo'ar, to Eg'lath-shelish'iyah. For at the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping;on the road to Horona'im they raise a cry of destruction;
Isa15:6 the waters of Nimrim are a desolation;the grass is withered, the new growth fails, the verdure is no more.
Isa15:7 Therefore the abundance they have gained and what they have laid up they carry away over the Brook of the Willows.
Isa15:8 For a cry has gone round the land of Moab;the wailing reaches to Egla'im, the wailing reaches to Beer-e'lim.
Isa15:9 For the waters of Dibon are full of blood;yet I will bring upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab who escape, for the remnant of the land.