My heart cries out for Moab;
His fugitives are as far as (A)Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah,
For they go up the (B)ascent of Luhith weeping;
Indeed, on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress (C)over their collapse.
For the (D)waters of Nimrim are [a]desolate.
Indeed, the grass is withered, the new growth has died,
There is (E)no greenery.
Therefore the (F)abundance which they have acquired and stored up,
They carry it off over the brook of [b]Arabim.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:6 Lit desolations
  2. Isaiah 15:7 Or the poplars

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