The Book of Isaiah
15: 1The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to
nought; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nought. 15:2They
are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep: Moab waileth
over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut
off. 15:3In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and
in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly. 15:4And Heshbon
crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed
men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembleth within him. 15:5My heart crieth out for
Moab; her nobles flee unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of
Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry
of destruction. 15:6For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is
withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing. 15:7Therefore the
abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry
away over the brook of the willows. 15:8For the cry is gone round about the borders
of Moab; the wailing thereof unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto
Beer-elim. 15:9For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more
upon Dimon, a lion upon them of Moab that escape, and upon the remnant of the
land.