For the (A)waters of Nimrim are [a]desolate.
Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass [b]died out,
There is (B)no green thing.
Therefore the (C)abundance which they have acquired and stored up
They carry off over the brook of [c]Arabim.
For the cry of distress has gone around the territory of Moab,
Its wail goes as far as Eglaim and its wailing even to Beer-elim.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:6 Lit desolations
  2. Isaiah 15:6 Lit come to an end
  3. Isaiah 15:7 Or the poplars