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PROPHETS
48:7-18
Her refugees weep bitterly,
climbing the slope to Luhith.
They cry out in terror,
descending the slope to Horonaim.
Flee for your lives!
Hide in the wilderness!
Because you have trusted in your wealth and skill,
you will be taken captive.
Your god Chemosh, with his priests and officials,
will be hauled off to distant lands!
“All the towns will be destroyed,
and no one will escape—
either on the plateaus or in the valleys,
for the Lord has spoken.
Oh, that Moab had wings
so she could fly away,
for her towns will be left empty,
with no one living in them.
Cursed are those who refuse to do the Lord’s work,
who hold back their swords from shedding blood!
“From his earliest history, Moab has lived in peace,
never going into exile.
He is like wine that has been allowed to settle.
He has not been poured from flask to flask,
and he is now fragrant and smooth.
But the time is coming soon,” says the Lord,
“when I will send men to pour him from his jar.
They will pour him out,
then shatter the jar!
At last Moab will be ashamed of his idol Chemosh,
as the people of Israel were ashamed of their gold calf at Bethel.
“You used to boast, ‘We are heroes,
mighty men of war.’
But now Moab and his towns will be destroyed.
His most promising youth are doomed to slaughter,”
says the King, whose name is the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.
“Destruction is coming fast for Moab;
calamity threatens ominously.
You friends of Moab,
weep for him and cry!
