¶ This is the heavy burthen upon Moab: Ar of Moab was destroyed (as me thought) in the night season: The walls of Moab perished in the night, and vanished away: They went to Bajth, and Dibon in the high places, for to weep: Moab did mourn from Nebo to Medba: All their heads were polled, and all their beards shaven. In their streets were they girded about with sackcloth. In all the tops of their houses and streets was there nothing, but mourning and weeping. Hesebon and Eleale cried, that their voice was heard unto Iahaz. The worthies also of Moab bleared and cried for very sorrow of their minds: Woe is my heart for Moab's sake. They fled unto the city of Zoar, which is like a fair fruitful bullock, they went up to Luhith, weeping. The way toward Horonaim was full of lamentation for the hurt.
¶ The waters of Nimrim were dried up, the grass was withered, and the herbs destroyed, and what necessary green thing there was beside. In like manner the thing that was left them of their substance, they carried it by water to Araby. The cry went over the whole land of Moab: from Eglaim unto Beer, was there nothing but mourning. The waters of Dimon were full of blood, for the enemy had sent thither a bond of men, which as a lion lay await for the remnant of the land, and for them that were escaped.