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;
Surely on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress (C)over their ruin.
For the (D)waters of Nimrim are [a]desolate.
Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass [b]died out,
There is (E)no green thing.
Therefore the (F)abundance which they have acquired and stored up
They carry off over the brook of [c]Arabim.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:6 Lit desolations
  2. Isaiah 15:6 Lit come to an end
  3. Isaiah 15:7 Or the poplars

My heart cries out(A) over Moab;(B)
    her fugitives(C) flee as far as Zoar,(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim(E)
    they lament their destruction.(F)
The waters of Nimrim are dried up(G)
    and the grass is withered;(H)
the vegetation is gone(I)
    and nothing green is left.(J)
So the wealth they have acquired(K) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

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