This chapter is an oracle against Moab: "Ar in Moab is ruined and destroyed in a night... Kir in Moab is destroyed in a night... every head is shaved and every beard cut off... in the streets they wear sackcloth... my heart cries out over Moab... they lament their destruction... the waters of Nimrim are dried up and the grass withered... nothing green is left... their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim... and Dimon's waters are full of blood!"
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