ישעיה טוIsaiah 15

The “Moab” Pronouncement.Ah, in the night Ar was sacked,Moab was ruined;Ah, in the night Kir was sacked,Moab was ruined.

He went up to the temple to weep,Dibon [went] to the outdoor shrines.Over Nebo and MedebaMoab is wailing;On every head is baldness,Every beard is shorn.

In its streets, they are girt with sackcloth;On its roofs, in its squares,Everyone is wailing,Streaming with tears.

Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,Their voice carries to Jahaz.Therefore,The shock troops of Moab shout, His body is convulsed.

My heart cries out for Moab—His fugitives flee down to Zoar,To Eglath-shelishiyah.For the ascent of LuhithThey ascend with weeping;On the road to HoronaimThey raise a cry of anguish.

Ah, the Waters of NimrimAre become a desolation;The grass is sear,The herbage is gone,Vegetation is vanished.

Therefore,The gains they have made, and their stores,They carry to the Wadi of Willows.

Ah, the cry has compassedThe country of Moab:All the way to Eglaim her wailing,Even at Beer-elim her wailing!

Ah, the waters of Dimon are full of blood For I pour added [water] on Dimon;I drench it—for Moab’s refugees—With soil. for its remnant.