1 The doom of Moab. Truly in a night is Ar of Moab plundered, it is laid waste; truly in a night is Kir of Moab plundered, it is laid waste.
2 It goeth up to the idolhouse, and Dibon goeth up to the highplaces to weep, on Nebo and on Medeba shall Moab wail: on all its heads there is baldness, and every beard is hewn off.
3 In its streets they are girded with sackcloth, on its roofs, and in its public places every one shall wail, groan with weeping.
4 And loud crieth Cheshbon with Elaleh; as far as Yahaz is heard their voice: therefore the armed men of Moab shall howl; its soul is grieved for itself.
5 My heart will cry for Moab, whose fugitives are as far as Zoar, and the third Eglarth; for the ascent of Luchithwith weeping is it ascended; for on the way to Choronayim they let resound the cry of defeat in battle.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for dry is the grass, gone are the herbs, and green things are no more.
7 Therefore the rest of their acquisitions and what they possess shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
8 For the cry hath encompassed the boundary of Moab; up to Eglayim is heard its wail, and at Beerelim is heard its wail.
9 For the waters of Dimon are filled with blood; for I will bring over Dimon armed bands; over the escaped of Moab cometh a lion, and over the remnant of the land.