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15:1 The oracle concerning Moab. Surely in a night Ar of Moab is destroyed and ruined; Surely in a night Kir of Moab is destroyed and ruined.
15:2 They have gone up to the temple and to Dibon, even to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba; Everyone’s head is bald and every beard is cut off.
15:3 In their streets they have girded themselves with sackcloth; On their rooftops and in their squares Everyone is wailing, dissolved in weeping.
15:4 Heshbon and Elealeh also cry out, Their voice is heard all the way to Jahaz; Therefore the armed men of Moab make a loud shout; His soul trembles within him.
15:5 My heart cries out for Moab; Those who flee from her are as far as Zoar and Eglath‑shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Surely on the road to Horonaim they keep awake with crying in distress over their destruction.
15:6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolate. Surely the grass is dried up, the tender grass has completely ceased, There is no green thing.
15:7 Therefore the abundance they have made and stored up They carry off over the brook of Arabim.
15:8 For the cry has gone around the territory of Moab, Its wailing goes as far as Eglaim and its wailing even to Beer‑elim.
15:9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; Surely I will put added woes upon Dimon, A lion upon those of Moab who have escaped and upon the remnant of the land.