1The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moabdestroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moabdestroyed, 2He 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. 3In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth,On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howlingmelting in tears; 4And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice,For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every mans soul, quivereth to him. 5Mine 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 Horonaiman outcry of destruction, they excite; 6For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation,For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up! 7For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them. 8For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab,As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof. 9For 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.