Isaiah 15
1 The message concerning Mo`ab. Because in the night Ar of Mo`ab was laid waste, was silenced! Because in the night Qir of Mo`ab was laid waste, was silenced!
2 He has gone up to the house and Dibon, to the high places to weep. Mo'ab is wailing over Nebo and over Meydeba; on all their heads is baldness, and every beard is cut off.
3 In their streets they shall put on sackcloth; on the tops of their houses and in their streets everyone wails, weeping bitterly.
4 And Heshbon and El'aleh cry out, their voice shall be heard as far as Yahats. Therefore the armed ones of Mo'ab shout; his being shall tremble within him.
5 My own heart is toward Mo'ab; her fugitives cry unto Tso'ar, like a three-year-old heifer. For by the ascent of Luhith they go up with weeping; for in the way of Horonayim they raise a cry of destruction.
6 For the waters of Nimrim are wastes, for the green grass has withered away; the grass fails, there is no greenness.
7 Therefore the wealth, acquired and stored up, they take away to the wadi of the Willows.
8 For the cry has gone all around the borders of Mo'ab, its wailing to Eglayim and its wailing to Be'er Elim.
9 'For the waters of Dimon shall be filled with blood; for I shall bring more upon Dimon, lions upon him who escapes from Mo'ab, and on the remnant of the land.'