1393 - Isaiah 15

Isaiah Chapter 15


Isaiah told the people about his vision from the Lord… he said:


“This message came to me concerning Moab…


In one night the town of Ar will be leveled, and the city of Kir will be destroyed.


Your people will go, to their temple, in Dibon, to mourn.


They will go, to their sacred shrines, to weep.


They will wail, for the fate, of Nebo and Medeba, …shaving their heads, in sorrow… and cutting off their beards.


They will wear burlap, as they wander the streets.


From every home and public square …will come the sound of wailing.


The people of Heshbon and Elealeh will cry out; their voices will be heard, as far away as Jahaz!


The bravest warriors, of Moab, will cry out, in utter terror.


They will be helpless, with fear.


My heart weeps for Moab.


Its people flee to Zoar and Eglath-shelishi-yah.


Weeping, they climb the road, to Luhith.


Their cries of distress can be heard, all along the road, to Horonaim.


Even the waters, of Nimrim, are dried up!


The grassy banks are scorched.


The tender plants are gone;

nothing green remains.


The people grab their possessions; and carry them across… the Ravine of Willows.


A cry of distress echoes, through the land of Moab, from one end to the other—from Eglaim to Beerelim.


9 The stream, near Dibon, runs red, with blood, but I am still not finished with Dibon!


Lions will hunt down the survivors—both those who try to escape …and those who remain behind.”  


The Holy Bible 

New Living Translation 


Isaiah 15:1–9


Praise be to God!



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