“How the oppressor has ceased,
    the insolent fury^[a] ceased!
⁵ The Lord has broken the staff of the wicked,
    the scepter of rulers,
⁶ that smote the peoples in wrath
    with unceasing blows,
that ruled the nations in anger
    with unrelenting persecution.
⁷ The whole earth is at rest and quiet;
    they break forth into singing.
⁸ The cypresses rejoice at you,
    the cedars of Lebanon, saying,
‘Since you were laid low,
    no hewer comes up against us.’
⁹ Sheol beneath is stirred up
    to meet you when you come,
it rouses the shades to greet you,
    all who were leaders of the earth;
it raises from their thrones
    all who were kings of the nations.
¹⁰ All of them will speak
    and say to you:
‘You too have become as weak as we!
    You have become like us!’
¹¹ Your pomp is brought down to Sheol,
    the sound of your harps;
maggots are the bed beneath you,
    and worms are your covering.

²⁴ The Lord of hosts has sworn:
“As I have planned,
    so shall it be,
and as I have purposed,
    so shall it stand,
²⁵ that I will break the Assyrian in my land,
    and upon my mountains trample him under foot;
and his yoke shall depart from them,
    and his burden from their shoulder.”
²⁶ This is the purpose that is purposed
    concerning the whole earth;
and this is the hand that is stretched out
    over all the nations.
²⁷ For the Lord of hosts has purposed,
    and who will annul it?
His hand is stretched out,
    and who will turn it back?

²⁹ “Rejoice not, O Philistia, all of you,
    that the rod which smote you is broken,
for from the serpent’s root will come forth an adder,
    and its fruit will be a flying serpent.
³⁰ And the first-born of the poor will feed,
    and the needy lie down in safety;
but I will kill your root with famine,
    and your remnant I^[a] will slay.
³¹ Wail, O gate; cry, O city;
    melt in fear, O Philistia, all of you!
For smoke comes out of the north,
    and there is no straggler in his ranks.”

15 An oracle concerning Moab.
    Because Ar is laid waste in a night
    Moab is undone;
because Kir is laid waste in a night
    Moab is undone.
² The daughter of Dibon^[b] has gone up
    to the high places to weep;
over Nebo and over Med′eba
    Moab wails.
On every head is baldness,
    every beard is shorn;
³ in the streets they gird on sackcloth;
    on the housetops and in the squares
    every one wails and melts in tears.
⁴ Heshbon and Elea′leh cry out,
    their voice is heard as far as Jahaz;
therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;
    his soul trembles.
⁵ My heart cries out for Moab;
    his fugitives flee to Zo′ar,
    to Eg′lath-shelish′iyah.
For at the ascent of Luhith
    they go up weeping;
on the road to Horona′im
    they raise a cry of destruction;
⁶ the waters of Nimrim
    are a desolation;
the grass is withered, the new growth fails,
    the verdure is no more.
⁷ Therefore the abundance they have gained
    and what they have laid up
they carry away
    over the Brook of the Willows.
⁸ For a cry has gone
    round the land of Moab;
the wailing reaches to Egla′im,
    the wailing reaches to Beer-e′lim.
⁹ For the waters of Dibon^[c] are full of blood;
    yet I will bring upon Dibon^[d] even more,
a lion for those of Moab who escape,
    for the remnant of the land.