People are being deceived with an imitation of the true gospel, and they have bought into it. Whatever they’ve gathered, they carry along the brook lined with poplars.Ĩ And Moab cries the whole country wails.įrom Eglaim to Beer-elim, you can hear the crying.ĩ The waters of Dimon run red with blood. Where sweet water glistened all along Nimrim, now it’s dry and desolate.ħ So the people are carting away all their belongings. They climb, weeping, to the heights of Luhith and along roads to Horonaim.Ħ Where it had been green and rippling with tall grasses, now it’s brown and dusty. Refugees make for Zoar at Edom’s border to Eglath-shelishiyah. Moab is shaken to the core, wracked with terror, sadness, and grief
On roofs and public places people wail, collapsing in abundance of tears.Ĥ The cries of Heshbon in the north and Elealeh nearby Moab weeps and wails over the dead in Nebo and Medeba,ģ They wander the streets dressed in sackcloth In the cover of night, Moab was attacked and decimated.īoth Ar and Kir were decimated in a single night.Ģ The whole community traipses up to the temple, to Dibon
