The burden of Moab: for in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.

Ah, let not Moab wail; let everyone wail for Moab. You will mourn for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth, utterly stricken.

Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.

Elam carried his quiver, with chariots of men and horsemen; and Kir uncovered the shield.