CHAPTER 15
1A portent concerning Moab.
Yes, in the night was Ar sacked,
Moab was undone.
Yes, in the night it was sacked,
2They went up to the temple of Dibon,
to the high places, to weep.
For Nebo and for Medbah
Moab wails.
every beard is shorn.
3In its streets they are girt with sackcloth,
on its roofs and in its squares.
All of them are wailing,
coming down in tears.
4Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,
as far as Jahaz their voice is heard.
Therefore Moab’s picked warriors cry,
5My heart for Moab cries out,
those who flee her as far as Zoar
and Eglath Shelishiyah.
For by the Ascent of Luhith,
For on the road to Horanaim
they rouse disaster’s cry.
6For the Nimrim waters
have become a desolation.
For the grass has withered,
the vegetation gone,
the green growth is no more.
7Therefore the gains they have made and their stores
they bear off to the Wadi of Willows.
8For screaming encircles
the region of Moab.
As far as Eglaim her wail,
to Beer Eilim her wail.
9For Dimon’s waters are full of blood,
yes, I will add still more against Dimon:
for the remnant of the land.