Isaiah Chapter 15
Moab's vibes are on another level right now. Ar's totally trashed at night, and Kir isn't looking any better; it's straight-up silence everywhere, fr.
The burden of Moab. Because in the night Ar of Moab is laid waste, {and} brought to silence; because in the night Kir of Moab is laid waste, {and} brought to silence; {brought...: or, cut off}
He’s chilling in Bajith and Dibon, feeling the weight; Moab's gonna wail over Nebo and Medeba, like, balding everywhere, no cap.
He is gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, the high places, to weep: Moab shall howl over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads {shall be} baldness, {and} every beard cut off.
In the streets, they’re rocking sackcloth vibes; on rooftops and sidewalks, everyone's howling, crying like it's a whole vibe.
In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping abundantly. {weeping...: Heb. descending into weeping, or, coming down with weeping}
Heshbon and Elealeh are shouting out, their voices reaching Jahaz; Moab's soldiers are about to snap, life’s hitting them hard.
And Heshbon shall cry, and Elealeh: their voice shall be heard {even} unto Jahaz: therefore the armed soldiers of Moab shall cry out; his life shall be grievous unto him.
Honestly, my heart's lowkey breaking for Moab; their escapees are heading to Zoar, like a young calf. They’re scaling Luhith, crying the whole way; it's a total wreck on the path to Horonaim.
My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives {shall flee} unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction. {his...: or, to the borders thereof, even to Zoar, as an heifer} {destruction: Heb. breaking}
Nimrim's waters are completely dried up; the hay's gone, grass is toast, and there's zero green anywhere, periodt.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing. {desolate: Heb. desolations}
So all the stuff they hoarded? They’re hauling it to the willow brook, bet.
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows. {brook...: or, valley of the Arabians}
The cries are ringing out all over Moab; howls are reaching Eglaim and Beer-elim, savage vibes.
For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beerelim.
Dimon's waters are filled with blood; I'm about to bring more heat to Dimon, lions are coming for anyone trying to bounce from Moab and the land's remains, no cap.
For the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood: for I will bring more upon Dimon, lions upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land. {more: Heb. additions}