 1 The burden of Moab because in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste. It is cut off. Because in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste. It is cut off. 2 One has gone up to the house, even to Dibon, the high places, to weep. Moab shall howl over Nebo, and over Medeba. Baldness shall be on all their heads, every beard cut off. 3 In the streets they shall clothe themselves with sackcloth. On the tops of their houses, and in their streets, everyone shall howl, melting in tears. 4 Heshbon shall cry, and Elealeh. Their voice shall be heard as far as Jahaz. So the armed soldiers of Moab shall cry out. His life is broken to him. 5 My heart shall cry to Moab. His fugitives flee to Zoar, a heifer of three years. He goes up the ascent to Luhith with weeping. For in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of ruin. 6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolation. For the hay has dried up and the grass fails, there is no green thing. 7 Therefore one made up the remainder and their store. Over the river of the willows they shall carry them. 8 For the cry has gone around the border of Moab, its howling even to Eglaim. Yes, its howling even to Beerelim. 9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood. For I will put on Dimon more things for the escaped ones of Moab, a lion, even for the remnant of the land.
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