The Book of the Prophet Isaiah

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- Chapter 15 -

(Jeremiah 48:1–47)

This is the burden against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a night!

Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.

In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.

Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.

My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah.(a) With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.

So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.(b)

For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.

The waters of Dimon

(c)

are full of blood, but I will bring more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon the remnant of the land.

Footnotes

(a)15:5 Or Zoar, like a heifer three years of age.

(b)15:7 Or Poplars

(c)15:9 MT, twice in this verse; DSS and Vulgate Dibon; Dimon, a wordplay on Dibon (see verse 2), sounds like the Hebrew for blood.

(Jeremiah 48:1–47)

The burden of Moab. For in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.

They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.

In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.

My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.

For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.

Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.

For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.

For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.