The burden of Mo᾽av. Because in the night ῾Ar of Mo᾽av is laid waste, and ruined; because in the night Qir of Mo᾽av is laid waste, and ruined;

he is gone up to the shrine, and Divon to the high places, to weep: Mo᾽av shall howl over Nevo, and over Medeva: on all their heads is baldness, and every beard is cut off.

In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one howls, weeping abundantly.

And Ḥeshbon cries, and ᾽᾽El῾ale: their voice is heard as far as Yahaż: therefore the armed soldiers of Mo᾽av cry out; his soul trembles.

My heart cries out for Mo᾽av; his fugitives shall flee to Żo῾ar, a heifer of three years old: for by the ascent of Luĥit, with weeping shall they ascend it; for in the way of Ḥoronayim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.

For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the nay is withered away, the grass fails, there is no green thing.

Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall the enemy carry away past the wadi of the willows.

For the cry is gone round about the borders of Mo᾽av; its howling as far as Eglayim, and its roaring to Be᾽er-elim.

For the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood: for I will bring yet more upon Dimon: a lion will I bring upon him that escapes of Mo᾽av, and upon the remnant of the land.