1 Oráculo contra Moab. Sim, atacada de noite, Ar-Moab foi destruída. Sim, atacada de noite, Quir-Moab foi destruída.2 O povo de Dibon subiu aos lugares altos para chorar, ao Nebo e ao Medaba: Moab lamenta-se. Todas as cabeças estão raspadas, todas as barbas cortadas.3 Na rua vestem burel e lamentam-se nos terraços. Tudo geme e se desfaz em pranto.4 Hesebon e Eleale soltam gritos, e sua voz chega até Jasa. Também Moab sente seus rins fremirem e sua alma desfalecer.5 Do fundo do coração Moab geme, seus fugitivos alcançam Segor {em Eglat-Salisia}. Sim, a subida de Luit, fazem-na chorando. Sim, pela estrada de Oronaim soltam gritos de aflição.6 Ah! As águas de Nemrim se esgotaram. A erva secou, a relva murchou, e as plantas não mais existem,7 Por isso levam seus bens e suas provisões para além da torrente dos salgueiros.8 Porque o clamor circula por todas as fronteiras de Moab, suas lamentações ecoam até Eglaim, suas lamentações atingem Beer-Elim.9 Porque as águas de Dimon estão cheias de sangue {porque enviarei sobre Dimon novos infortúnios, um leão contra os remanescentes de Moab e contra os sobreviventes de Adma}.

1 The burden of Moab. Certainly in the night Ar of Moab was laid waste [and] brought to silence; certainly in the night Kir of Moab was laid waste [and] brought to silence.2 He is gone up to Bajith and to Dibon, the altars, to weep; Moab shall howl over Nebo and over Medeba: every head among her shall become bald, [and] every beard shall be cut off.3 In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth; on the tops of their houses and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping as they come down.4 And Heshbon shall cry, and Elealeh: their voice shall be heard [even] unto Jahaz; therefore the armed soldiers of Moab shall cry out; each one of them shall cry out for his soul.5 My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall go up with weeping by the hill of Luhith unto Zoar, a heifer of three years; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.6 For the waters of Nimrim have run out: for the grass [of the courtyard] is withered away, the herb fails, there is no green thing.7 Therefore that which [each one] has laid up and their riches they shall carry away to the brook of the willows.8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim and the clamour thereof unto Beerelim.9 For the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood; for I will bring more upon Dimon: lions upon him that escapes of Moab and upon the remnant of the land.: