1 The oracle concerning Moab.
Surely in a night Ar of Moab is devastated and ruined;
Surely in a night Kir of Moab is devastated and ruined.
Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba;
Everyone’s head is bald and every beard is cut off.
On their housetops and in their squares
Everyone is wailing, dissolved in tears.
Their voice is heard all the way to Jahaz;
Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;
His soul trembles within him.
His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah,
For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping;
Surely on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their ruin.
Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass died out,
There is no green thing.
They carry off over the brook of Arabim.
Its wail goes as far as Eglaim and its wailing even to Beer-elim.
Surely I will bring added woes upon Dimon,
A lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon the remnant of the land.