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⌂ ← JER 48:1–48:47 → ║ ©

Jeremiah 48

On Moab.

The Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, declares:

“Alas for Nebo, it is sacked!

Kureyat captured, to its shame,

and Moab’s bulwark stormed!

Moab now has lost its fame;

from Heshbon foes have planned

to blot the nation out of being,

to press upon it, sword in hand,

to leave it not a sound of life.

Hark! a howl from Horonaim,

for the havoc and the slaughter;

Moab is shattered,

and her cry rings even to Zoar.

Moabites climb up to Luhith,

weeping as they go;

for, hurrying down from Horonaim,

they heard shrieks of slaughter.

Run for your lives, get away

like a wild ass to the wold!

You put faith in your fortresses;

so you are captured!

Kemosh your god shall be deported,

with his priests and princes;

every town shall be despoiled,

not one escapes;

valleys shall be raided,

and plains ruined--

so the Eternal orders.

Give Moab wings?

She fain would fly away

from towns laid waste,

all emptied!

No, a curse on him who slackens

in this work of the Eternal!

A curse on any who will stint

their swords of blood!

Moab from the first has lain at ease,

never known exile afar,

lain like wine left on the lees,

never poured from jar to jar,

that tastes the same as ever,

and its scent mellows never.

But the day comes, says the Eternal,

when I send men to move him,

tilting him up and over,

emptying out his casks,

and breaking up his flasks.

Then Moab shall find Kemosh fail him,

like Israel when it trusted Bethel.

‘You boast yourselves brave heroes

you are warriors bold,

and here is your Moab invaded,

and the flower of his youth mowed down!’--

says the King called the Lord of hosts.

Moab’s calamity closes upon him,

and fast his fate comes on. 17 Bemoan him, all ye neighbouring folk,

all ye who know his fame;

cry, ‘Ah, his sceptre strong is snapped,

his splendid sway has gone!’

O dwellers in Dibon, down from your height,

and cower in the mire;

for Moab’s invader attacks you,

and storms your stronghold!

O dwellers in Aroer,

stand on the road, look out,

ask news from men in flight

and women who escape.

‘Moab is broken, to his shame,’ they sigh,

‘Wail for it, cry.’ ” 21 [[Tell the news upon the banks of Arnon, that Moab is devastated, that doom has reached the plains, reached HoIon, Jahzah, Mephaath, 22 Dibon, Nebo, Beth-diblathaim, 23 Kureyat, Beth-gamul, Beth-meon, 24 Keriyyoth, Bezer, and all the towns of Moab, far and near.]]

Moab’s strength is lopped off,

Moab’s mighty arm is broken;

make him drunk and helpless,

for his insolence to the Eternal.

Loud was Moab in derision;

so let him be derided.

For Israel you did deride;

you tossed your head in scorn,

whenever you talked of him,

as of one caught in a thieves’ gang.

Leave your towns, take to the cliffs,

you folk of Moab;

make your nests like doves

in crevices of crags.

We have heard of Moab’s pride,

his lordly pride,

his airs and arrogance,

and haughty heart.

The Eternal says, “I know his rage,

his hollow vaunts, his hollow deeds.”

So I must wail for Moab,

lamenting for all Moab,

bemoaning what befalls Kirheres.

O vine of Sibmah, I join Jazer

in bewailing you;

for once your branches stretched across

as far as Jazer,

and now your gathered grapes

are being ravaged,

now Moab’s garden-land is all bereft

of joy and gladness,

no wine is trodden out from grapes,

no lilting at the vintage!

Heshbon and Elealeh wail,

from Zoar to Jahaz goes the cry,

Horonaim and Eglath-the-third call out,

for even Nimrim’s streams are dry.

[[I also abolish in Moab, says the Eternal,

all worshippers at shrines,

all those who sacrifice to idols.]]

So my heart thrills with pity for poor Moab,

thrills for the fate of Kir-heres,

losing all his gains.

Heads are shaven, beards cut close,

hands are gashed, and sackcloth worn,

on all the roofs of Moab, in its streets,

men moan and mourn;

for I have shattered Moab

like a discarded dish.

How shattered! (ah, bewail it!)

defeated and disgraced!

All around are over-awed,

and yet mock at Moab.

For (this is the Eternal’s word)

here is an eagle swooping

with a dash on Moab!

Towns are taken,

fortresses surprised;

the heart of Moab’s heroes on that day

is weak as any woman’s in her pangs.

Moab no more is a nation,

for its insolence to the Eternal.

Panic and pitfall and snares await you,

O inhabitants of Moab;

fly from the panic, you are in a pitfall--

crawl out, you are caught in a snare!

For I am bringing upon Moab (the Eternal says)

its year of punishment.

Fugitives cower for shelter at Heshbon,

all in vain;

for a blaze began at Heshbon,

flaming out from Sihon’s palace,

till Ar of Moab was consumed,

and Arnon’s heights devoured.

Poor Moabites!

O forlorn folk of Kemosh!

The god has left your sons to flight,

your daughters to a prisoner’s plight. 47 [[Though in the latter days--so the Eternal promises--I will restore the fortunes of Moab.]] [[Here ends the sentence passed on Moab.]]