1

The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought.

2

They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep: Moab waileth over Nebo, and over Medeba on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.

3

In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.

4

And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud his soul trembleth within him.

5

My heart crieth out for Moab her nobles [flee] unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.

6

For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.

7

Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.

8

For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab the wailing thereof unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto Beer-elim.

9

For the waters of Dimon are full of blood for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon them of Moab that escape, and upon the remnant of the land.