1
The burden of Moav. For in the night Ar of Moav is devastated, cut off; for in the night Qir of Moav is devastated, cut off.
2
He has gone up to the House and to Divon, to the high places, to weep. Moav wails over Nevo and over Medeva. Upon every head is baldness, and every beard is cut off.
3
In its streets they gird themselves with sackcloth. Upon its rooftops and in its open squares everyone wails, descending in weeping.
4
And Cheshbon and Elaleh cry out. Their voice is heard as far as Yahatz. Therefore the armed men of Moav cry aloud; his being trembles within him.
5
My heart cries out for Moav. His fugitives flee as far as Tzoar, to Eglat-Shelishiyah. For they go up the ascent of Luchit with weeping, and on the way to Choronayim they raise a cry of breaking.
6
For the waters of Nimrim shall become desolations. For the grass is dried up, the tender growth is gone, and there is no green thing.
7
Therefore the abundance they have made and what they have stored up, they carry away over the wadi of the willows.
8
For the cry has gone around the border of Moav. Its wailing reaches as far as Eglayim, and its wailing as far as Be’er-Elim.
9
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood. Yet I will place more upon Dimon: a lion upon the escaped of Moav and upon the remnant of the land.