31 bWail, O cgate; cry out, O city;
melt in fear, xO Philistia, all of you!
dFor smoke comes out of the north,
and there is no straggler in his ranks.
2 He has gone up to the temple,1 and to iDibon,
to the high places2 to weep;
Moab kwails.
On every head is lbaldness;
every beard is shorn;
3 in the streets they wear sackcloth;
on the housetops and in the squares
everyone wails and melts in tears.
8 For a cry has gone
around the land of Moab;
her wailing reaches to Eglaim;
her wailing reaches to Beer-elim.
7 Therefore let Moab wail for Moab,
blet everyone wail.
Mourn, utterly stricken,
8 aSuddenly Babylon has fallen and been broken;
bwail for her!
cTake balm for her pain;
perhaps she may be healed.
2 v“Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus says the Lord God:
w“Wail, ‘Alas for the day!’