1 The word about Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer; for in a night Kir of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer.
2 The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places, weeping: Moab is sounding her cry of sorrow over Nebo, and over Medeba: everywhere the hair of the head and of the face is cut off.
3 In their streets they are covering themselves with haircloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their public places, there is crying and bitter weeping.
4 Heshbon is crying out, and Elealeh; their voice is sounding even to Jahaz: for this cause the heart of Moab is shaking; his soul is shaking with fear.
5 My heart is crying out for Moab; her people go in flight to Zoar, and to Eglath-shelishiyah: for they go up with weeping by the slope of Luhith; on the way to Horonaim they send up a cry of destruction.
6 The waters of Nimrim will become dry: for the grass is burned up, the young grass is coming to an end, every green thing is dead.
7 For this cause they will take away their wealth, and the stores they have got together, over the stream of the water-plants.
8 For the cry has gone round the limits of Moab; as far as to Eglaim and Beer-elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood: and I'm sending even more on Moab, a lion on those of Moab who go in flight, and on the rest of the land.
1 Oracolo su Moab. Sì, nella notte in cui è devastata, Ar-Moab perisce! Sì, nella notte in cui è devastata, Kir-Moab perisce!
2 Si sale al tempio e a Dibon, sugli alti luoghi, per piangere; Moab urla su Nebo e su Medeba: tutte le teste son rase, tutte le barbe, tagliate.
3 Per le strade tutti indossano sacchi, sui tetti e per le piazze ognuno urla, piangendo a dirotto.
4 Heshbon ed Elealeh gridano; la loro voce sode fino a Jahats; perciò i guerrieri di Moab si lamentano, lanima loro trema.
5 Il mio cuore geme per Moab, i cui fuggiaschi son già a Tsoar, a Eglath-Scelisciah; perché fanno, piangendo, la salita di Luhit e mandan grida dangoscia sulla via di Horonaim;
6 perché le acque di Nimrim sono una desolazione, lerba è seccata, lerba minuta è scomparsa, non cè più verdura;
7 onde le ricchezze che hanno accumulate, le provvisioni che han tenute accumulate in serbo, essi le trasportano oltre il torrente de salici.
8 Le grida fanno il giro de confini di Moab, il suo urlo rintrona fino a Beer-Elim.
9 Perché le acque di Dimon son piene di sangue, perché infliggerò a Dimon de nuovi guai: un leone contro gli scampati di Moab e contro quel che resta del paese.