The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab - destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab - destroyed,

He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep, - On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.

For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.

Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim - an outcry of destruction, they excite;

And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, - For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man's soul, quivereth to him.

For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, - To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.

In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, - On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling - melting in tears;

For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, - As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.

For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, - For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!