Lament for Moab
1 An oracle concerning Moab:
Laid waste in a night,
Ar of Moab is silent!
Laid waste in a night,
Kir of Moab is ruined!
2 The people of Diman have gone
to the high places to weep.
Over Nebo and Medeba Moab wails.
Every head is shaved,
every beard is shorn.
3 In the streets they wear sackcloth,
on the rooftops and in the squares;
everyone wails,
every heart melts in tears.
4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out;
their howling is heard as far as Jahaz;
the armed men of Moab cry aloud
and their hearts are faint.
5 My heart cries out for Moab;
her fugitives flee as far as Zoar,
as far as Eglath-shelishiyah.
At the ascent of Luhith
they go up weeping;
on the way to Horonaim
their cries are heart-rending.
6 The watered fields of Nimrim
have become a wasteland;
the turf is dried up,
the grass is withered,
the verdure is gone.
7 Now they carry away their possessions,
the wealth they have stored up,
to the Brook of the Willows.
8 Their cry rings round the border of Moab,
resounds as far as Eglaim,
reaches as far as Beer Elim.
9 The waters of Dimon flow with blood,
but worse is yet in store,
for I will bring lions upon Dimon,
upon those who escape from Moab,
and upon those who survive in the land.