1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nothing.
2 Ha-Bayith went up, and Dibon, to the high places to weep: Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one wails, weeping abundantly.
4 And Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even to Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembles inside him.
5 My heart cries out for Moab; her nobles [flee] to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, they will carry away over the brook of the willows.
8 For the cry has gone round about the borders of Moab; its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer-elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on them of Moab that escape, and on the remnant of the land.