1 The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab–destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab–destroyed, 2 He 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. 3 In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth,–On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling–melting in tears; 4 And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice,–For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man's soul, quivereth to him. 5 Mine 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 Horonaim–an outcry of destruction, they excite;

6 For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become, desolation,–For grass, hath dried up, Herbage, hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up! 7 For this cause, the savings they had made, and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them. 8 For the outcry, hath gone round, the boundary of Moab,–As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And, to Beer-elim, the howling thereof. 9 For, 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.