Isaie 15

¹The burden of Moab. Because Ar-Moab was wasted in the night, he hath held his peace: because the wall of Moab is destroyed in the night, he hath held his peace.

²The house is gone up, & Dibon to the high places to mourn upon Nabo, and upon Medaba shall Moab howl: on all the heads thereof baldness, and every beard shall be shaven.

³In the high ways thereof they are girded with sackcloth: upon the roofs thereof, and in the streets thereof all howling, goeth down to weep.

⁴Hesebon shall cry, & Eleale, their voice is heard even to Jasa. For this shall the well appointed of Moab howl, his soul shall howl to himself.

⁵My heart shall cry to Moab, the bars thereof unto Segor an heifer astonishing: for by the ascent of Luith he shall go up weeping: & in the way of Oronaim they shall lift up a cry of contrition.

⁶For the waters of Nemrim shall be made desolate, because the grass is withered, the spring is faded, all greenness is perished.

⁷According to the greatness of the work, is also their visitation: they shall lead them to the torrent of willows.

⁸Because the cry shall go round about the border of Moab: unto Gallim the howling thereof, and unto the Pit-Elim the cry thereof.

⁹Because the waters of Dibon are replenished with blood: for I will put additions upon Dibon: the lion for them that shall fly of Moab, and for the remnant of the land.