The In-Dept Study of the Bible
Isaiah 15
1 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.
2 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.
3 In their streets, they clothe themselves
in sackcloth. In their streets and on their
housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 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.
5 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.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the
tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Therefore they will carry away the
abundance they have gotten, and that
which they have stored up, over the brook
of the willows.
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its
wailing to Beer Elim.
9 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.