1 The oracle about Moab. In one night Ar of Moab is ravaged and ruined; in one night Kir of Moab is ravaged and ruined.
2 They go up to the temple and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; Moab howls over Nebo and over Medeba. Every head is shaved bald, every beard cut short.
3 In their streets they put on sackcloth; on their rooftops and in their squares everyone howls, dissolving in tears.
4 Heshbon and Elealeh scream; their cry is heard all the way to Jahaz. That is why Moab's armed men shout in alarm; his soul shakes within him.
5 My heart cries out over Moab; her refugees run as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah. They climb the slope of Luhith in tears; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry over their destruction.
6 The waters of Nimrim are dried up; the grass has withered, the young plants are gone, nothing green is left.
7 So they carry off across the Ravine of the Poplars the wealth they have acquired and the goods they have stored up.
8 The cry has echoed all around the borders of Moab; its wailing reaches Eglaim, its wailing reaches Beer-elim.
9 The waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring even more upon Dimon: a lion against the fugitives of Moab and against those who remain in the land.