1A burden concerning the fall of Moab. Because in the night the city of Moab is plundered and brought to silence; because in the night the defenses of Moab are despoiled and brought to silence;
2they have gone up to the house of Dibon, to the high places, to weep; Moab will howl over Nebo and over Medeba; on all their heads will be baldness, and every beard cut off.
3In their streets they will gird themselves with sackcloth; on the housetops and in their streets everyone will howl, weeping vehemently.
4Heshbon will cry, and Elealeh; their voice will be heard as far as Jahaz; therefore the armed soldiers of Moab will cry out; his soul will howl for him.
5My heart will cry out for Moab; they will howl as they flee to Zoar, as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. For by the ascent of Luhith they will go up with weeping; and in the way of Horonaim they will raise up a cry of destruction.
6For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the vegetation is withered away, and the green grass is dried up, there is no green thing.
7Therefore what was left is gone, and what they have stored they will carry away over the brook of willows.
8For the cry is gone around the borders of Moab; its howling as far as Eglaim, and its howling to Beer Elim.
9For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; and I will bring more on Dibon, and I will plot against those who escape of Moab, and against the remnant of the land.
1How does the city sit solitary that was full of people. How is she become like a widow. She that was so great among the nations, and she that was a princess of the cities has become a tributary.
2She weeps bitterly in the night, and her tears run on her cheeks; among all her lovers, she has no one to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.