Because Ar is laid waste in a night,
    Moab is undone;
because Kir is laid waste in a night,
    Moab is undone.
2Dibon[a] has gone up to the temple,
    to the high places to weep;
over Nebo and over Medeba
    Moab wails.
On every head is baldness,
    every beard is shorn;
3in the streets they bind on sackcloth;
    on the housetops and in the squares
    everyone wails and melts in tears.
4Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,
    their voices are heard as far as Jahaz;
therefore the loins of Moab quiver;[b]
    his soul trembles.
5My heart cries out for Moab;
    his fugitives flee to Zoar,
    to Eglath-shelishiyah.
For at the ascent of Luhith
    they go up weeping;
on the road to Horonaim
    they raise a cry of destruction;
6the waters of Nimrim
    are a desolation;
the grass is withered, the new growth fails,
    the verdure is no more.
7Therefore the abundance they have gained
    and what they have laid up
they carry away
    over the Wadi of the Willows.
8For a cry has gone
    around the land of Moab;
the wailing reaches to Eglaim,
    the wailing reaches to Beer-elim.
9For 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.