Chapter 15 | |
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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. |