They have gone up to Bayit, and to Divon, to the high places, to weep. Mo'av wails over Nevo 1 and over Medeva. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
You daughter who dwells in Divon, come down from your glory, and sit in thirst; for the destroyer of Mo'av is come up against you, he has destroyed your strongholds.
I will stretch out my hand on them, and make the land desolate and waste, from the wilderness toward Diblah, throughout all their habitations: and they shall know that I am the LORD.