Come down from glory, and sit in thirst, O inhabitress daughter of Dibon; For the spoiler of Moab, hath come up against thee, He hath laid in ruins thy strongholds.
He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep,—On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.
For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles,—To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.
Then did the archers shoot upon thy servants, from off the wall, and there died some of the servants of the king,—moreover also, thy servant, Uriah the Hittite, died.
So they hired for themselves thirty-two thousand chariots, and the king of Maacah, and his people, who came and pitched before Medeba,—and the sons of Ammon gathered themselves together out of their cities, and entered into the war.
from Aroer, which is on the edge of the ravine of Arnon, and the city, which is in the midst of the ravine, and all the table-land of Medeba, as far as Dibon;