Isaías 15

1 A prophecy against Moab: ¶ Ar in Moab is ruined, ¶ destroyed in a night! ¶ Kir in Moab is ruined, ¶ destroyed in a night!

2 Dibon goes up to its temple, to its high places to weep; ¶ Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. ¶ Every head is shaved ¶ and every beard cut off.

3 In the streets they wear sackcloth; on the roofs and in the public squares ¶ they all wail, ¶ prostrate with weeping.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out, their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz. ¶ Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out, ¶ and their hearts are faint.

5 My heart cries out over Moab; ¶ her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, ¶ as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. ¶ They go up the hill to Luhith, ¶ weeping as they go; ¶ on the road to Horonaim ¶ they lament their destruction.

6 The waters of Nimrim are dried up and the grass is withered; ¶ the vegetation is gone ¶ and nothing green is left.

7 So the wealth they have acquired and stored up they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

8 Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab; their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, ¶ their lamentation as far as Beer Elim.

9 The waters of Dimon [^1] are full of blood, but I will bring still more upon Dimon [^2] — ¶ a lion upon the fugitives of Moab ¶ and upon those who remain in the land.