Isaiah 15:1-9

Here is a prophecy concerning Moab: The city of Ar was devastated, destroyed in the night. The city of Kir was devastated, destroyed in the night. The people of Dibon went to their temple to weep; they went up to their high places to lament. Moab wails with sorrow over what happened to Mount Nebo and Mount Medeba. Humiliated, every head is shaved bald and every beard cut off. They pour into the streets wearing sackcloth. In public and in private, they fall down sobbing. The cities of Heshbon and Elealah cry out; their voices are heard as far away as Jahaz; even the bravest warriors of Moab are shaken to the core. My heart cries out for the people of Moab, for her fugitives who flee to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping, they climb the upward road to Luhith. Their loud cries of anguish are heard all along the way to Horonaim. The River Nimrim has dried up; the grass has withered; new growth has failed, and vegetation has vanished. Therefore, the refugees take with them over the Wadi of the Willows their possessions and the wealth they have acquired. From one end of the land to the other, Moab is weeping; her wailing reaches to Eglaim and Beer-Elim. For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I have something even worse in store for them: lions for the fugitives of Moab and upon the remnant of the land!