Esajas 15
1 Profeti imod Moab. I den Nat, da Ar-Moab blev forstyrret, gik det til Grunde; i den Nat, da Kir-Moab blev forstyrret, gik det til Grunde.
The burden of Moab: for in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
2 Man gaar op til Afgudshuset og til Dibon, til Højene for at græde; paa Nebo og paa Medba hyler Moab, hvert Hoved der er skaldet, hvert Skæg er afskaaret.
They have gone up to the temple, and to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. On every head is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
3 Paa Gaderne derudi ombinde de sig med Sæk, paa Tagene og paa Gaderne derudi hyle de alle sammen og flyde hen i Graad.
In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Og Hesbon og Eleale raabe, deres Røst høres indtil Jahaz; derfor skrige de bevæbnede i Moab, hvers Sjæl er modfalden.
Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.
5 Mit Hjerte raaber over Moab, hvis Flygtninge ty lige til Zoar, til Eglath-Selisia; thi man gaar op ad Lukits Opgang med Graad, og paa Vejen til Horonaim opløfter man et Fortvivlelsens Skrig.
My heart cries out for Moab. Her Nazirites flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Thi Nimrims Vande blive til Ørk; thi Urterne ere hentørrede, Græsset er borte, der er intet grønt.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Derfor bære de Levningen af det, som de have forhvervet sig, og hvad de have henlagt, over Pilebækken.
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
8 Thi Skriget omspænder Moabs Landemærke, dets Hyl naar indtil Eglajm, og dets Hyl til Beer-Elim.
For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing as far as Eglaim, and its wailing as far as Beer Elim.
9 Thi Dimons Vande ere fulde af Blod, og jeg vil lade endnu mere komme over Dimon; jeg vil sende en Løve over de undkomne af Moab og over de overblevne i Landet.
For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dibon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
