Isaiah 15

2  He went up to the temple to weep, Dibon [went] to the outdoor shrines. Over Nebo and Medeba Moab is wailing; On every head is baldness, Every beard is shorn.

3  In its streets, they are girt with sackcloth; On its roofs, in its squares, Everyone is wailing, Streaming with tears.

4  Heshbon and Elealeh cry out, Their voice carries to Jahaz. Therefore, The shock troops of Moab shout, His body is convulsed.

5  My heart cries out for Moab— His fugitives flee down to Zoar, To Eglath-shelishiyah. For the ascent of Luhith They ascend with weeping; On the road to Horonaim They raise a cry of anguish.

6  Ah, the waters of Nimrim Are become a desolation; The grass is sear, The herbage is gone, Vegetation is vanished.

7  Therefore, The gains they have made, and their stores, They carry to the Wadi of Willows.

8  Ah, the cry has compassed The country of Moab: All the way to Eglaim her wailing, Even at Beer-elim her wailing!

9  Ah, the waters of Dimon are full of blood For I pour added [water] on Dimon; I drench it—for Moab’s refugees— With soil for its remnant.