36. Therefore, my heart wails for Moablike a mournful flute that plays the dirge;my heart wails for the people of Kir-heres,like a mournful flute.Their abundance is now gone.
37. Every head is shaved,every beard is cut off,every hand is slashed,and everyone wears mourning clothes.
38. On every housetop of Moaband in all its streets,there’s nothing but mourning.I have shattered Moablike a pottery vessel no one wants,declares the Lord.
39. How it’s shattered! Go wail!How Moab turns away!What shame!Moab has become the butt of every joke,horrific to all its neighbors.
40. The Lord proclaims:Look! One who soars like an eagleand spreads its wings over Moab.