Dibon1 goes up to its temple, to its high places2 to weep; Moab wails3 over Nebo4 and Medeba. Every head is shaved5 and every beard cut off.63
In the streets they wear sackcloth;7 on the roofs8 and in the public squares9 they all wail,10 prostrate with weeping.114
Heshbon12 and Elealeh13 cry out, their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz.14 Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out, and their hearts are faint.
My heart cries out15 over Moab;16 her fugitives17 flee as far as Zoar,18 as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the way to Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim19 they lament their destruction.206
The waters of Nimrim are dried up21 and the grass is withered;22 the vegetation is gone23 and nothing green is left.247
So the wealth they have acquired25 and stored up they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.
Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab; their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, their lamentation as far as Beer26 Elim.
Dimon'sa waters are full of blood, but I will bring still more upon Dimonb-- a lion27 upon the fugitives of Moab28 and upon those who remain in the land.