Isaiah 15
1 An oracle concerning Moab. In one night, Ar of Moab was destroyed and silenced; in one night, Kir of Moab was destroyed and silenced.
2 They went up to Baith and Dibon, to the shrines on the heights, to weep. Moab cries out in pain over Nebo and Medeba; every head is shaved, every beard cut off.
3 In her streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the squares, everyone cries out in pain and breaks into tears.
4 Heshbon and Eleale cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. So Moab’s armed men cry out, and Moab itself trembles within.
5 My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives reach as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah. They go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of ruin.
6 The waters of Nimrim have become a wasteland; the grass has withered, the plants are gone, and nothing green remains.
7 So they carry their gathered goods and stored supplies across the Willow Brook.
8 The cry has circled Moab’s border; her wailing reaches Eglaim, her wailing reaches Beer-elim.
9 The waters of Dimon are full of blood, and I will bring more upon Dimon: a lion for those who escape from Moab and for the remnant of the land.
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