Put salt on Moab, for she will be laid waste ; her towns will become desolate, with no one to live in them.
“A curse on anyone who is lax in doing the LORD’s work! A curse on anyone who keeps their sword from bloodshed!
“Moab has been at rest from youth, like wine left on its dregs, not poured from one jar to another— she has not gone into exile. So she tastes as she did, and her aroma is unchanged.
But days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will send men who pour from pitchers, and they will pour her out; they will empty her pitchers and smash her jars.
Then Moab will be ashamed of Chemosh, as Israel was ashamed when they trusted in Bethel.
“How can you say, ‘We are warriors, men valiant in battle’?
Moab will be destroyed and her towns invaded; her finest young men will go down in the slaughter,” declares the King, whose name is the LORD Almighty.
“The fall of Moab is at hand; her calamity will come quickly.
Mourn for her, all who live around her, all who know her fame; say, ‘How broken is the mighty scepter, how broken the glorious staff!’
“Come down from your glory and sit on the parched ground, you inhabitants of Daughter Dibon, for the one who destroys Moab will come up against you and ruin your fortified cities.
Stand by the road and watch, you who live in Aroer. Ask the man fleeing and the woman escaping, ask them, ‘What has happened?’