¹ The burden of Moab. Because in the night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to silence; because in the night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to silence; ² He is gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, the high places, to weep: Moab will howl over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads will be baldness, and every beard cut off. ³ In their streets they will gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one will howl, weeping abundantly. ⁴ And Heshbon will cry, and Elealeh: their voice will be heard even to Jahaz: therefore the armed soldiers of Moab will cry out; his life will be grievous to him. ⁵ My heart will cry out for Moab; his fugitives will flee to Zoar, a heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping will they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they will raise up a cry of destruction. ⁶ For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass fails, there is no green thing. ⁷ Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, will they carry away to the brook of the willows. ⁸ For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling of it to Eglaim, and the howling of it to Beerelim. ⁹ For the waters of Dimon will be full of blood: for I will bring more on Dimon, lions on him that escapes of Moab, and on the remnant of the land.