Isaias

XV. 1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, is destroyed; for in a night Kit- of Moab is laid waste, is destroyed:

2 He is gone up to the house, and Dibon, the high places, to weep; Moab howleth upon Nebo, and upon Medeba; on all his heads (is) baldness, every beard cut off.

3 In his streets they are girded with sackcloth; on her roofs and in her broad places all of her howleth, running down with weeping.

4 And Heshbon crieth, and Elealeh; their voiCe is heard unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry out; his soul trembleth within him.

5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her bars reach unto Zoar; a heifer of three years old: for the ascent of Luhith, with weeping doth he go up by it; for in the way of Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.

6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolations; the grass is withered, the herbage is consumed, there is no green thing.

7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and their treasure, shall they carry away over the brook of willows.

8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of ’ Moab; her howling (hath reached) unto Eglaim, and to Beer-elim her howling.

9 For ’waters of Dimon are full of blood; forI will bring more upon Dimon, a lion for the escaped of Moab, and for the remnant of the land.