¹ The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab--It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab--It hath been cut off.

² He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places--to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads is baldness, every beard cut off.

³ In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth--going down with weeping.

⁴ And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.

⁵ My heart is toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third year , For--the ascent of Luhith--With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

⁶ For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

⁷ Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.

⁸ For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim is its howling, And to Beer-Elim is its howling.

⁹ For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!