Isa 15-16

An Oracle concerning Moab 1An oracle concerning Moab. Because Ar is laid waste in a night, Moab is undone; because Kir is laid waste in a night, Moab is undone.2Dibon 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; 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 are full of blood; yet I will bring upon Dibon even more— a lion for those of Moab who escape, for the remnant of the land.Chapter 161Send lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela, by way of the desert, to the mount of daughter Zion.2Like fluttering birds, like scattered nestlings, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.3“Give counsel, grant justice; make your shade like night at the height of noon; hide the outcasts, do not betray the fugitive;4let the outcasts of Moab settle among you; be a refuge to them from the destroyer.” When the oppressor is no more, and destruction has ceased, and marauders have vanished from the land,5then a throne shall be established in steadfast love in the tent of David, and on it shall sit in faithfulness a ruler who seeks justice and is swift to do what is right. 6We have heard of the pride of Moab —how proud he is!— of his arrogance, his pride, and his insolence; his boasts are false.7Therefore let Moab wail, let everyone wail for Moab. Mourn, utterly stricken, for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth. 8For the fields of Heshbon languish, and the vines of Sibmah, whose clusters once made drunk the lords of the nations, reached to Jazer and strayed to the desert; their shoots once spread abroad and crossed over the sea.9Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh; for the shout over your fruit harvest and your grain harvest has ceased.10Joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field; and in the vineyards no songs are sung, no shouts are raised; no treader treads out wine in the presses; the vintage-shout is hushed.11Therefore my heart throbs like a harp for Moab, and my very soul for Kir-heres.12When Moab presents himself, when he wearies himself upon the high place, when he comes to his sanctuary to pray, he will not prevail.13This was the word that the Lord spoke concerning Moab in the past.14But now the Lord says, In three years, like the years of a hired worker, the glory of Moab will be brought into contempt, in spite of all its great multitude; and those who survive will be very few and feeble.