The Elamites picked up the quiver, and came with chariots and horsemen;
So I will weep with sorrow for Moab. I will cry out in sadness for all of Moab. I will moan
So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp,
Here is a message about Moab: Indeed, in a night it is devastated, Ar of Moab is destroyed! Indeed, in a night it is devastated, Kir of Moab is destroyed!
The king of Assyria responded favorably to his request;
So Moab wails over its demise
So my heart moans for Moab like a flute playing a funeral song. Yes, like a flute playing a funeral song, my heart moans for the people of Kir Heres. For the wealth they have gained will perish.
I will break the bar
“You Israelites are just like the Ethiopians in my sight,”
They tore down the cities and each man threw a stone into every cultivated field until they were covered.