1Moab's got major vibes right now. Ar's totally wrecked at night, and Kir's not doing any better; silence all around, fr.

2He’s out here in Bajith and Dibon, feeling it; Moab's gonna howl over Nebo and Medeba, like, bald heads everywhere, no cap.

3In the streets, they’re flexing sackcloth vibes; on rooftops and in the streets, everyone’s howling, weeping like it’s a whole mood.

4Heshbon and Elealeh are crying out, their voices traveling to Jahaz; Moab's soldiers are gonna pop off, life’s hitting hard for them.

5My heart is lowkey breaking for Moab; their runaways are bouncing to Zoar, like a young heifer. They’re climbing Luhith, crying all the way; it’s a destruction scene on the road to Horonaim.

6Nimrim's waters are totally dry; the hay's withered, grass is dead, and there's no green in sight, periodt.

7So all the stuff they stacked up? They’re taking it to the willow brook, bet.

8The cries are echoing all over Moab; howls going out to Eglaim and Beer-elim, savage.

9Dimon's waters are filled with blood; I’m about to bring more trouble to Dimon, lions are coming for anyone who escapes Moab and the land's leftovers, no cap.

1The burden of Moab. Because in the night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to silence; because in the night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to silence;

2He is gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, the high places, to weep: Moab shall howl over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads shall be baldness, and every beard cut off.

3In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping abundantly.

4And Heshbon shall cry, and Elealeh: their voice shall be heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed soldiers of Moab shall cry out; his life shall be grievous unto him.

5My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall flee unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.

6For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.

7Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.

8For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer–elim.

9For the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood: for I will bring more upon Dimon, lions upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.