² Daughter Dibon^[a] has gone up
    to the high places to weep;
over Nebo and over Medeba
    Moab wails.
Every head is shaved;
    every beard is shorn;^(A)

³ in the streets they bind on sackcloth;
    on the housetops and in the squares
    everyone wails and melts in tears.^(A)

⁵ Baldness has come upon Gaza;
    Ashkelon is silenced.
O remnant of Anakim!^[a]
    How long will you gash yourselves?^(A)