18-20. “Come down from your high horse, pampered beauty of Dibon.Sit in dog dung.The destroyer of Moab will come against you.He’ll wreck your safe, secure houses.Stand on the roadside,pampered women of Aroer.Interview the refugees who are running away.Ask them, ‘What’s happened? And why?’Moab will be an embarrassing memory, nothing left of the place.Wail and weep your eyes out!Tell the bad news along the Arnon river.Tell the world that Moab is no more.
21-24. “My judgment will come to the plateau cities: on Holon, Jahzah, and Mephaath; on Dibon, Nebo, and Beth-diblathaim; on Kiriathaim, Beth-gamul, and Beth-meon; on Kerioth, Bozrah, and all the cities of Moab, far and near.
25. “Moab’s link to power is severed.Moab’s arm is broken.” God’s Decree.
26-27. “Turn Moab into a drunken sot, drunk on the wine of my wrath, a dung-faced drunk, filling the country with vomit—Moab a falling-down drunk, a joke in bad taste. Wasn’t it you, Moab, who made crude jokes over Israel? And when they were caught in bad company, didn’t you cluck and gossip and snicker?
28. “Leave town! Leave! Look for a home in the cliffs,you who grew up in Moab.Try living like a dovewho nests high in the river gorge.
29-33. “We’ve all heard of Moab’s pride,that legendary pride,The strutting, bullying, puffed-up pride,the insufferable arrogance.I know”—God’s Decree—“his rooster-crowing pride,the inflated claims, the sheer nothingness of Moab.But I will weep for Moab,yes, I will mourn for the people of Moab.I will even mourn for the people of Kir-heres.I’ll weep for the grapevines of Sibmahand join Jazer in her weeping—Grapevines that once reached the Dead Seawith tendrils as far as Jazer.Your summer fruit and your bursting grapeswill be looted by brutal plunderers,Lush Moab strippedof song and laughter.And yes, I’ll shut down the winepresses,stop all the shouts and hurrahs of harvest.
34. “Heshbon and Elealeh will cry out, and the people in Jahaz will hear the cries. They will hear them all the way from Zoar to Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah. Even the waters of Nimrim will be dried up.
35. “I will put a stop in Moab”—God’s Decree—“to all hiking to the high places to offer burnt sacrifices to the gods.
36. “My heart moans for Moab, for the men of Kir-heres, like soft flute sounds carried by the wind. They’ve lost it all. They’ve got nothing.
37. “Everywhere you look are signs of mourning:heads shaved, beards cut,Hands scratched and bleeding,clothes ripped and torn.
38. “In every house in Moab there’ll be loud lamentation, on every street in Moab, loud lamentation. As with a pottery jug that no one wants, I’ll smash Moab to bits.” God’s Decree.
39. “Moab ruined!Moab shamed and ashamed to be seen!Moab a cruel joke!The stark horror of Moab!”
40-42. God’s verdict on Moab. Indeed!“Look! An eagle is about to swoop downand spread its wings over Moab.The towns will be captured,the fortresses taken.Brave warriors will double up in pain, helpless to fight,like a woman giving birth to a baby.There’ll be nothing left of Moab, nothing at all,because of his defiant arrogance against me.