Jeremiah 48

Moab will be praised no more;
    in Heshbon^[b] people will plot her downfall:
    ‘Come, let us put an end to that nation.’
You, the people of Madmen,^[c] will also be silenced;
    the sword will pursue you.

زَالَ فَخْرُ مُوآبَ وَتَآمَرُوا فِي حَشْبُونَ عَلَيْهَا شَرّاً قَائِلِينَ: هَيَّا نَهْدِمُهَا فَلا تَكُونُ أُمَّةً بَعْدُ. وَأَنْتِ أَيْضاً يَا مَدْمِينُ، يُهَيْمِنُ عَلَيْكِ صَمْتُ الْمَوْتِ وَيُلاحِقُكِ السَّيْفُ.

Cries of anguish arise from Horonaim,
    cries of great havoc and destruction.

اسْمَعُوا صَوْتَ صُرَاخٍ مِنْ حُورُونَايِمَ: قَدْ حَلَّ بِنَا هَلاكٌ وَدَمَارٌ عَظِيمَانِ.

Moab will be broken;
    her little ones will cry out.^[d]

قَدْ تَحَطَّمَتْ مُوآبُ، وَبَلَغَ صُرَاخُهَا صُوغَرَ.

They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping bitterly as they go;
on the road down to Horonaim
    anguished cries over the destruction are heard.

إِذْ عَلَى مُرْتَفَعِ لُوحِيتَ يَصْعَدُونَ بَاكِينَ بِمَرَارَةٍ، وَعَلَى مُنْحَدَرِ حُورُونَايِمَ يَتَرَدَّدُ صُرَاخُ الانْكِسَارِ.

Flee! Run for your lives;
    become like a bush^[e] in the desert.

اهْرُبُوا وَانْجُوا بِأَنْفُسِكُمْ. كُونُوا كَعَرْعَرٍ فِي الْبَرِّيَّةِ.

Since you trust in your deeds and riches,
    you too will be taken captive,
and Chemosh will go into exile,
    together with his priests and officials.

لأَنَّكُمُ اتَّكَلْتُمْ عَلَى أَعْمَالِكُمْ وَكُنُوزِكُمْ، سَتُسْبَوْنَ أَيْضاً وَيَقَعُ الصَّنَمُ كَمُوشُ أَيْضاً أَسِيراً وَيُؤْخَذُ إِلَى الْمَنْفَى مَعَ كَهَنَتِهِ وَرُؤَسَائِهِ.

The destroyer will come against every town,
    and not a town will escape.
The valley will be ruined
    and the plateau destroyed,
    because the Lord has spoken.

وَيَزْحَفُ الْمُدَمِّرُ إِلَى كُلِّ مَدِينَةٍ، فَلا تُفْلِتُ مِنْهُ إِحْدَاهَا، فَيَبِيدُ الْوَادِي، وَيَتْلَفُ السَّهْلُ، لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ قَدْ قَضَى.

Put salt on Moab,
    for she will be laid waste^[f];
her towns will become desolate,
    with no one to live in them.

أَعْطُوا مُوآبَ أَجْنِحَةً، فَيُحَلِّقَ طَائِراً. قَدْ أَصْبَحَتْ مُدُنُهُ أَطْلالاً مَهْجُورَةً مِنَ النَّاسِ.

“A curse on anyone who is lax in doing the Lord’s work!
    A curse on anyone who keeps their sword from bloodshed!

مَلْعُونٌ مَنْ يَقُومُ بِعَمَلِ الرَّبِّ مُتَهَاوِناً، وَمَلْعُونٌ مَنْ حَظَرَ عَلَى سَيْفِهِ الدَّمَ.

“Moab has been at rest from youth,
    like wine left on its dregs,
not poured from one jar to another—
    she has not gone into exile.
So she tastes as she did,
    and her aroma is unchanged.

قَدْ قَضَى مُوآبُ حَيَاةً مُتْرَفَةً مُنْذُ حَدَاثَتِهِ، كَالْخَمْرِ الْمُسْتَقِرِّ عَلَى عَكَرِهِ. لَمْ يُفْرَغْ مِنْ إِنَاءٍ إِلَى إِنَاءٍ، وَلَمْ يَذْهَبْ إِلَى السَّبْيِ قَطُّ لِذَلِكَ ظَلَّ مُحْتَفِظاً بِطَعْمِهِ وَلَمْ تَتَغَيَّرْ رَائِحَتُهُ.

But days are coming,”
    declares the Lord,
“when I will send men who pour from pitchers,
    and they will pour her out;
they will empty her pitchers
    and smash her jars.

هَا هِيَ أَيَّامٌ مُقْبِلَةٌ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ، أُرْسِلُ فِيهَا إِلَيْهِ عَابِرِي السَّبِيلِ سَاكِبِي الْجِرَارِ، فَيَسْكُبُونَهُ وَيُفْرِغُونَ جِرَارَهُ وَيُحَطِّمُونَ دِنَانَهُ.

Then Moab will be ashamed of Chemosh,
    as Israel was ashamed
    when they trusted in Bethel.

فَيَعْتَرِي الْمُوآبِيِّينَ الْخَجَلُ مِنْ كَمُوشَ، كَمَا اعْتَرَى الْخَجَلُ الإِسْرَائِيلِيِّينَ مِنْ بَيْتِ إِيلَ، مُتَّكَلِهِمْ.

“How can you say, ‘We are warriors,
    men valiant in battle’?

كَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ: إِنَّنَا أَبْطَالٌ وَجَبَابِرَةُ حَرْبٍ؟

Moab will be destroyed and her towns invaded;
    her finest young men will go down in the slaughter,”
    declares the King, whose name is the Lord Almighty.

إِنَّ مُوآبَ سَيُدَمَّرُ، وَتُغْزَى مُدُنُهُ، وَتَنْزِلُ نُخْبَةُ شُبَّانِهِ لِلذَّبْحِ، يَقُولُ الْمَلِكُ الَّذِي اسْمُهُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ.

“The fall of Moab is at hand;
    her calamity will come quickly.

قَدْ أَزِفَتْ بَلِيَّةُ مُوآبَ وَمِحْنَتُهُ أَقْبَلَتْ مُسْرِعَةً.

Mourn for her, all who live around her,
    all who know her fame;
say, ‘How broken is the mighty scepter,
    how broken the glorious staff!’

فَارْثُوهُ يَا جَمِيعَ الْمُحِيطِينَ بِهِ وَسَائِرَ الْعَارِفِينَ اسْمَهُ. قُولُوا انْكَسَرَ صَوْلَجَانُ الْعِزِّ وَقَضِيبُ الْمَجْدِ.

“Come down from your glory
    and sit on the parched ground,
    you inhabitants of Daughter Dibon,
for the one who destroys Moab
    will come up against you
    and ruin your fortified cities.

اهْبِطِي مِنَ الْمَجْدِ وَاجْلِسِي عَلَى الأَرْضِ الْظَّمْأَى أَيَّتُهَا السَّاكِنَةُ فِي دِيبُونَ، لأَنَّ مُدَمِّرَ مُوآبَ قَدْ زَحَفَ عَلَيْكِ وَهَدَمَ حُصُونَكِ.

Stand by the road and watch,
    you who live in Aroer.
Ask the man fleeing and the woman escaping,
    ask them, ‘What has happened?’

قِفِي عَلَى قَارِعَةِ الطَّرِيقِ وَرَاقِبِي يَا سَاكِنَةَ عَرُوعِيرَ. اسْأَلِي الْهَارِبَ وَالنَّاجِيَةَ بِنَفْسِهَا: مَاذَا جَرَى؟

Moab is disgraced, for she is shattered.
    Wail and cry out!
Announce by the Arnon
    that Moab is destroyed.

فَيَأْتِيَ الْجَوَابُ: قَدْ لَحِقَ الْخِزْيُ بِمُوآبَ، لأَنَّهُ صَارَ أَطْلالاً فَوَلْوِلُوا وَأَعْوِلُوا. أَذِيعُوا فِي أَرْنُونَ أَنَّ مُوآبَ قَدْ أَصْبَحَ خَرَاباً.

Judgment has come to the plateau—
    to Holon, Jahzah and Mephaath,

قَدْ وَقَعَ الْقَضَاءُ عَلَى أَرْضِ السَّهْلِ، وَعَلَى حُولُونَ، وَعَلَى يَهْصَةَ، وَعَلَى مَيْفَعَةَ،

    to Dibon, Nebo and Beth Diblathaim,

وَعَلَى دِيبُونَ، وَعَلَى نَبُو، وَعَلَى بَيْتِ دَبْلَتَايِمَ،

    to Kiriathaim, Beth Gamul and Beth Meon,

وَعَلَى قَرْيَتَايِمَ، وَعَلَى بَيْتِ جَامُولَ، وَعَلَى بَيْتِ مَعُونَ،

    to Kerioth and Bozrah—
    to all the towns of Moab, far and near.

وَعَلَى قَرْيُوتَ، وَعَلَى بُصْرَةَ، وَعَلَى كَافَّةِ مُدُنِ بِلادِ مُوآبَ الْبَعِيدَةِ وَالْقَرِيبَةِ.

Moab’s horn^[g] is cut off;
    her arm is broken,”
declares the Lord.

قَدْ كُسِرَ قَرْنُ مُوآبَ، وَتَحَطَّمَتْ ذِرَاعُهُ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ.

“Make her drunk,
    for she has defied the Lord.
Let Moab wallow in her vomit;
    let her be an object of ridicule.

أَسْكِرُوهُ حَتَّى يَتَمَرَّغَ فِي قَيْئِهِ، وَيُصْبِحَ مَهْزَأَةً، لأَنَّهُ تَغَطْرَسَ عَلَى الرَّبِّ.

Was not Israel the object of your ridicule?
    Was she caught among thieves,
that you shake your head in scorn
    whenever you speak of her?

أَلَمْ يُصْبِحْ إِسْرَائِيلُ مَهْزَأَةً لَدَيْكَ؟ أَكَانَ بَيْنَ اللُّصُوصِ حَتَّى كُنْتَ تَهُزُّ رَأْسَكَ بِاحْتِقَارٍ كُلَّمَا جَاءَ ذِكْرُهُ عَلَى لِسَانِكَ؟

Abandon your towns and dwell among the rocks,
    you who live in Moab.
Be like a dove that makes its nest
    at the mouth of a cave.

اهْجُرُوا الْمُدُنَ وَأَقِيمُوا بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ يَا أَهْلَ مُوآبَ، وَكُونُوا كَالْحَمَامَةِ الَّتِي تُعَشِّشُ عِنْدَ حَافَةِ فَوَّهَةِ الْكَهْفِ.

“We have heard of Moab’s pride—
    how great is her arrogance!—
of her insolence, her pride, her conceit
    and the haughtiness of her heart.

قَدْ سَمِعْنَا عَنْ عَجْرَفَةِ مُوآبَ الْمُفْرِطَةِ. إِنَّهُ شَدِيدُ الْكِبْرِيَاءِ. سَمِعْنَا عَنْ غَطْرَسَتِهِ وَتَشَامُخِهِ وَغُرُورِهِ، وَعَنِ ارْتِفَاعِ قَلْبِهِ.

I know her insolence but it is futile,”
declares the Lord,
    “and her boasts accomplish nothing.

قَدْ عَرَفْتُ كِبْرِيَاءَهُ يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ، إِنَّمَا زَهْوُهُ بَاطِلٌ، وَتَفَاخُرُهُ عَدِيمُ الْجَدْوَى.

Therefore I wail over Moab,
    for all Moab I cry out,
    I moan for the people of Kir Hareseth.

لِذَلِكَ أَنُوحُ عَلَى مُوآبَ وَأُعْوِلُ عَلَى كُلِّ أَهْلِهِ، وَأَئِنُّ عَلَى رِجَالِ قِيرَ حَارِسَ.

I weep for you, as Jazer weeps,
    you vines of Sibmah.
Your branches spread as far as the sea^[h];
    they reached as far as^[i] Jazer.
The destroyer has fallen
    on your ripened fruit and grapes.

أَبْكِي عَلَيْكِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الْبُكَاءِ عَلَى يَعْزِيرَ يَا جَفْنَةَ سَبْمَةَ الَّتِي امْتَدَّتْ فُرُوعُهَا حَتَّى الْبَحْرِ، بَلْ بَلَغَتْ بَحْرَ يَعْزِيرَ، فَإِنَّ الْمُدَمِّرَ قَدِ انْقَضَّ عَلَى حَصَادِكِ النَّاضِجِ وَقِطَافِكِ.

Joy and gladness are gone
    from the orchards and fields of Moab.
I have stopped the flow of wine from the presses;
    no one treads them with shouts of joy.
Although there are shouts,
    they are not shouts of joy.

قَدْ تَلاشَى الْفَرَحُ وَالْغِبْطَةُ مِنْ بَسَاتِينِ مُوآبَ وَمِنْ حُقُولِهِ، وَأُوْقِفَ تَدَفُّقُ الْخَمْرِ مِنَ الْمَعَاصِرِ فَلا يَدُوسُهَا دَائِسٌ بِهُتَافٍ، بَلْ تَعْلُو صَرَخَاتٌ لَا هُتَافَ فِيهَا.

“The sound of their cry rises
    from Heshbon to Elealeh and Jahaz,
from Zoar as far as Horonaim and Eglath Shelishiyah,
    for even the waters of Nimrim are dried up.

يَرْتَفِعُ الصُّرَاخُ مِنْ حَشْبُونَ إِلَى أَلْعَالَةَ فَيَاهَصَ. أَطْلَقُوا أَصْوَاتَهُمْ مِنْ صُوغَرَ إِلَى حُورُونَايِمَ حَتَّى الْعِجْلَةِ الثَّالِثَةِ، لأَنَّ مِيَاهَ نِمْرِيمَ أَيْضاً قَدْ نَضَبَتْ.

In Moab I will put an end
    to those who make offerings on the high places
    and burn incense to their gods,”
declares the Lord.

وَأُبِيدُ مِنْ مُوآبَ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ، مَنْ يُقَرِّبُ ذَبِيحَةً عَلَى مُرْتَفَعَةٍ، وَمَنْ يُحْرِقُ بَخُوراً لِآلِهَةِ الْوَثَنِ.

“So my heart laments for Moab like the music of a pipe;
    it laments like a pipe for the people of Kir Hareseth.
    The wealth they acquired is gone.

لِذَلِكَ يَئِنُّ قَلْبِي عَلَى مُوآبَ كَأَنِينِ مِزْمَارٍ، وَيَنُوحُ فُؤَادِي عَلَى رِجَالِ قِيرَ حَارِسَ كَنَوْحِ النَّايِ، فَإِنَّ ثَرْوَتَهُمْ الَّتِي اكْتَسَبُوهَا قَدْ تَبَدَّدَتْ.

Every head is shaved
    and every beard cut off;
every hand is slashed
    and every waist is covered with sackcloth.

قَدْ أَصْبَحَ كُلُّ رَأْسٍ أَقْرَعَ، وَكُلُّ لِحْيَةٍ مَحْلُوقَةً، تَجَرَّحَتِ الأَيْدِي وَتَمَنْطَقَتِ الأَحْقَاءُ بِالْمُسُوحِ.

On all the roofs in Moab
    and in the public squares
there is nothing but mourning,
    for I have broken Moab
    like a jar that no one wants,”
declares the Lord.

شَاعَ الْنَّوْحُ عَلَى سُطُوحِ مُوآبَ وَفِي شَوَارِعِهَا كُلِّهَا، لأَنِّي حَطَّمْتُ مُوآبَ كَإِنَاءٍ لَيْسَ لأَحَدٍ رَغْبَةٌ فِيهِ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ.

“How shattered she is! How they wail!
    How Moab turns her back in shame!
Moab has become an object of ridicule,
    an object of horror to all those around her.”

Kerioth^[j] will be captured
    and the strongholds taken.
In that day the hearts of Moab’s warriors
    will be like the heart of a woman in labor.

فَيَسْتَوْلِي عَلَى الْمُدُنِ، وَتَسْقُطُ الْحُصُونُ، وَتُصْبِحُ فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ قُلُوبُ مُحَارِبِي مُوآبَ كَقَلْبِ امْرَأَةٍ فِي مَخَاضِهَا.

Moab will be destroyed as a nation
    because she defied the Lord.

يَهْلِكُ مُوآبُ وَلا يَبْقَى أُمَّةً، لأَنَّهُ قَدْ تَغَطْرَسَ عَلَى الرَّبِّ.

Terror and pit and snare await you,
    you people of Moab,”
declares the Lord.

يَتَرَصَّدُكُمُ الرُّعْبُ وَالْحُفْرَةُ وَالْفَخُّ يَا أَهْلَ مُوآبَ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ.

“Whoever flees from the terror
    will fall into a pit,
whoever climbs out of the pit
    will be caught in a snare;
for I will bring on Moab
    the year of her punishment,”
declares the Lord.

مَنْ يَهْرُبُ مِنَ الْخَوْفِ يَقَعُ فِي الْحُفْرَةِ، وَمَنْ يَصْعَدُ مِنَ الْحُفْرَةِ يَعْلَقُ بِالْفَخِّ، لأَنِّي أَجْلِبُ عَلَى مُوآبَ هَذِهِ الْمِحَنَ فِي سَنَةِ عِقَابِهِمْ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ.

“In the shadow of Heshbon
    the fugitives stand helpless,
for a fire has gone out from Heshbon,
    a blaze from the midst of Sihon;
it burns the foreheads of Moab,
    the skulls of the noisy boasters.

فِي ظِلِّ حَشْبُونَ وَقَفَ الْهَارِبُونَ خَائِرِي الْقُوَى، لأَنَّ نَاراً انْدَلَعَتْ مِنْ حَشْبُونَ، وَشُعْلَةً مِنْ سِيحُونَ، فَالْتَهَمَتْ رُكْنَ مُوآبَ وَهَامَةَ الْمُتَبَجِّحِينَ الْغَوْغَائِيِّينَ.

Woe to you, Moab!
    The people of Chemosh are destroyed;
your sons are taken into exile
    and your daughters into captivity.

وَيْلٌ لَكَ يَا مُوآبُ! قَدْ بَادَ شَعْبُ كَمُوشَ، لأَنَّ بَنِيكَ وَبَنَاتِكَ أُخِذُوا إِلَى السَّبْيِ.

“Yet I will restore the fortunes of Moab
    in days to come,”
declares the Lord.