Was not Israel the object of your ridicule?1 Was she caught among thieves,2 that you shake your head3 in scorn4 whenever you speak of her?
Abandon your towns and dwell among the rocks, you who live in Moab. Be like a dove5 that makes its nest at the mouth of a cave.629
"We have heard of Moab's pride7-- her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and arrogance and the haughtiness8 of her heart.
I know her insolence but it is futile," declares the LORD, "and her boasts9 accomplish nothing.
Therefore I wail10 over Moab, for all Moab I cry out, I moan for the men of Kir Hareseth.1132
I weep for you, as Jazer12 weeps, O vines of Sibmah.13 Your branches spread as far as the sea; they reached as far as the sea of Jazer. The destroyer has fallen on your ripened fruit and grapes.
Joy and gladness are gone from the orchards and fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine14 from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy.15 Although there are shouts, they are not shouts of joy.
"The sound of their cry rises from Heshbon16 to Elealeh17 and Jahaz,18 from Zoar19 as far as Horonaim20 and Eglath Shelishiyah, for even the waters of Nimrim are dried up.2135
In Moab I will put an end to those who make offerings on the high places22 and burn incense23 to their gods," declares the LORD.
"So my heart laments24 for Moab like a flute; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir Hareseth.25 The wealth they acquired26 is gone.
Every head is shaved27 and every beard28 cut off; every hand is slashed and every waist is covered with sackcloth.29