27. Has Israel not been a laughingstock to you? Was he caught among thieves that you wag your heads whenever you speak of him?
28. Abandon the cities, take shelter in the crags,inhabitants of Moab.Be like the dove that nestsin the walls of a gorge.
29. We have heard of the pride of Moab,pride beyond bounds:His loftiness, his pride, his scorn,his insolent heart.
30. I myself know his arrogance—oracle of the Lord—liar in word, liar in deed.
31. And so I wail over Moab,over all Moab I cry,over the people of Kir-heres I moan.
32. More than for Jazer I weep for you,vine of Sibmah.Your tendrils trailed down to the sea,as far as Jazer they stretched.Upon your summer harvest and your vintage,the destroyer has fallen.
33. Joy and gladness are taken awayfrom the garden land, the land of Moab.I dry up the wine from the wine vats,the treader treads no more,the vintage shout is stilled.
34. The cry of Heshbon and Elealeh is heard as far as Jahaz; they call from Zoar to Horonaim and to Eglath-shelishiyah; even the waters of Nimrim turn into a wasteland.
35. I will leave no one in Moab—oracle of the Lord—to offer burnt offerings on the high place or to make sacrifices to their gods.
36. Hence my heart wails like a flute for Moab; my heart wails like a flute for the people of Kir-heres: the wealth they accumulated has perished.
37. Every head has been shaved bald, every beard cut off; every hand gashed, and all their loins are draped in sackcloth.
38. On all the rooftops of Moab and in all its squares there is mourning. I have shattered Moab like a pot that no one wants—oracle of the Lord.