Isaiah 16

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition

16 They have sent lambs
    to the ruler of the land,
from Sela, by way of the desert,
    to the mount of the daughter of Zion.
² Like fluttering birds,
    like scattered nestlings,
so are the daughters of Moab
    at the fords of the Arnon.
³ “Give counsel,
    grant justice;
make your shade like night
    at the height of noon;
hide the outcasts,
    betray not the fugitive;
⁴ let the outcasts of Moab
    sojourn among you;
be a refuge to them
    from the destroyer.
When the oppressor is no more,
    and destruction has ceased,
and he who tramples under foot
    has vanished from the land,
⁵ then a throne will be established in steadfast love
    and on it will sit in faithfulness
    in the tent of David
one who judges and seeks justice
    and is swift to do righteousness.”

⁶ We have heard of the pride of Moab,
    how proud he was;
of his arrogance, his pride, and his insolence—
    his boasts are false.
⁷ Therefore let Moab wail,
    let every one wail for Moab.
Mourn, utterly stricken,
    for the raisin-cakes of Kir-har′eseth.

⁸ For the fields of Heshbon languish,
    and the vine of Sibmah;
the lords of the nations
    have struck down its branches,
which reached to Jazer
    and strayed to the desert;
its shoots spread abroad
    and passed over the sea.
⁹ Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer
    for the vine of Sibmah;
I drench you with my tears,
    O Heshbon and Elea′leh;
for upon your fruit and your harvest
    the battle shout has fallen.
¹⁰ And joy and gladness are taken away
    from the fruitful field;
and in the vineyards no songs are sung,
    no shouts are raised;
no treader treads out wine in the presses;
    the vintage shout is hushed.^[a]
11 Therefore my soul moans like a lyre for Moab,
    and my heart for Kir-he′res.