1The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar is devastated, Moab is ruined; for in the night that Kir is devastated, Moab is ruined.
2He has gone up to the shrine, to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. Every head is bald, every beard shaven.
3In their streets they wear sackcloth. On their housetops and in their plazas, everyone wails, weeping profusely.
4Heshbon and Elealeh cry out. Their voice is heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry aloud, his soul faints within him.
5My heart cries out for Moab. Her fugitives are as far as Zoar as a three year old heifer, for by the ascent of Luhith they go up with weeping, for on the way of Horonaim they raise a cry of distress.
6The waters of Nimrim are desolate. The grass is withered away, the new grass withers, there is nothing green.
7Therefore the riches they had gotten and whatever they have stored, they carry over the Wadi of Willows.
8For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, the wailing to Eglaim, and the wailing to Beer-elim.
9For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring on Dimon even more— a lion for those escaping from Moab, and for those remaining in the land.