Isaiah 15

Tree of Life Version

15 The burden of Moab.
For in the night that Ar is devastated,
    Moab is ruined;
for in the night that Kir is devastated,
    Moab is ruined.
² He has gone up to the shrine, to Dibon,
    to the high places to weep.
Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba.
Every head is bald, every beard shaven.
³ In their streets they wear sackcloth.
On their housetops and in their plazas,
    everyone wails, weeping profusely.
⁴ Heshbon and Elealeh cry out.
Their voice is heard as far as Jahaz.
Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry aloud,
    his soul faints within him.
⁵ My heart cries out for Moab.
Her fugitives are as far as Zoar
    as a three year old heifer,
for by the ascent of Luhith
    they go up with weeping,
for on the way of Horonaim
    they raise a cry of distress.
⁶ The waters of Nimrim are desolate.
The grass is withered away,
the new grass withers,
there is nothing green.
⁷ Therefore the riches they had gotten
and whatever they have stored,
they carry over the Wadi of Willows.
⁸ For the cry has gone around
the borders of Moab,
the wailing to Eglaim,
and the wailing to Beer-elim.
⁹ For the waters of Dimon are full of blood,
but I will bring on Dimon even more—
a lion for those escaping from Moab,
and for those remaining in the land.