The oracle begins with the destruction of Ar of Moab and Kir of Moab, laid waste in a single night. Moab goes up to the high places of Bayith and Dibon to weep. Over Nebo and Medeba Moab wails, and every head is shaved and every beard cut off. In the streets they wear sackcloth; on the housetops and in the squares everyone wails and melts in tears.
Heshbon and Elealeh cry out, and their voice is heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud and their soul trembles. The prophet's heart cries out for Moab, and its fugitives flee as far as Zoar, the third heifer, and go up weeping by the ascent of Luhith. On the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.
The waters of Nimrim are dried up and the grass is withered; there is no greenery. So they carry what they have gained and stored up over the brook of the willows. The cry goes around the territory of Moab, to Eglaim and Beer-elim. The waters of Dibon are full of blood, and the Lord will bring even more upon Dibon: a lion for those of Moab who escape and for the remnant of the land.