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Together they will sweep down on Philistia’s neck, there by the western sea; plunder the children of the east, Edom and Moab in their grasp, the sons of Ammon pliant to their will. (Isaiah 11, 14)
What burden for Moab? Ar Moab has fallen in a night, and all is still; Moab’s battlements have fallen in a night, and all is still! (Isaiah 15, 1)
Prince✻ and people of Dibon have gone up to the hill-shrines to lament; on Nabo and on Medaba, Moab cries aloud, every head cropped, every beard shaved in mourning. (Isaiah 15, 2)
The dirge goes up from Hesebon and Eleale, so loud that Jasa hears it; well may the warriors of Moab cry out; the very soul of Moab utters a cry. (Isaiah 15, 4)
My heart laments for Moab, once ringed with walled cities as far as Segor; Segor that now moans like a full-grown heifer.✻ There is weeping on the slopes of Luith; along the Oronaim road they wail aloud for misery. (Isaiah 15, 5)
A cry goes up all about the frontiers of Moab; Gallim echoes the lament, and the well of Elim hears the sound of it. (Isaiah 15, 8)
Dibon’s waters already swollen with blood; and still for Dibon I have perils in store, lions to meet the fugitives, the remnant that is left in the land of Moab.✻ (Isaiah 15, 9)
There they will be, the women-folk of Moab, waiting at the ford of Arnon, like fluttered birds, fledgelings that have taken wing from the nest; (Isaiah 16, 2)
let them dwell as exiles in your land; poor Moab,✻ give it sanctuary from threat of the invader! But see, the dust of armies has died down, the guilty wretch has met his end; vanished and gone, who trampled the world under foot! (Isaiah 16, 4)
The boasting of Moab has long been in our ears; who so boastful as he? Proud, scornful, and overbearing, with dreams that came to nothing. (Isaiah 16, 6)
So, from one end of Moab to the other, there is a dirge, everywhere a dirge; for yonder folk, that live content behind walls of hardened brick, tidings of ruin.✻ (Isaiah 16, 7)
For Moab, my inmost being thrills like a harp’s strings; my heart goes out to those brick-walled cities of hers. (Isaiah 16, 11)
