The burden concerning Moab: Indeed in a night it is devastated-Ar of Moab is cut off. Indeed in a night it is devastated-Kir of Moab is cut off.

They have gone up to their temple and to Dibon, That is, to their high places, to weep. Over Nebo and over Medeba Moab howls; Upon all their heads is baldness; Every beard is shaved off.

In their streets they have girded themselves with sackcloth; On their roofs And in their open squares everyone will howl, Melting in tears.

And Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; Their voice is heard as far as Jahaz. Because of this the armed men of Moab raise a cry; Their soul quivers within them.

My heart cries out for Moab; Its fugitives reach as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah: By the ascent of Luhith With weeping they will go up; On the way that leads to Horonaim They will raise up a cry of destruction;

The waters of Nimrim Will be a devastation; The foliage will be dried up, the grass wasted away; There will be nothing green.

As a result, the abundance they have produced And placed in reserve Will be carried off To the poplar brook.

For the cry has gone about The border of Moab; Their howling goes as far as Eglaim, Even to Beer-elim their howling reaches.

For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, For I will bring upon Dimon additional things: Lions upon those in Moab who escape And upon the remnant of the land.