Isaiah 15
Open in the reader1This is the burden against From-the-Father: A-City in From-the-Father is ruined, destroyed in a night! Fortress in From-the-Father is devastated, destroyed in a night!
2Pining goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. From-the-Father wails over Nebo, as well as over Waters-of-Quietude. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.
3In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.
4Reckoning and God-Has-Gone-Up cry out; their voices are heard as far as Trodden-Place. Therefore the soldiers of From-the-Father cry out; their souls tremble within.
5My heart cries out over From-the-Father; her fugitives flee as far as Little, as far as Heifer-Three-Years-Old-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Tablets; they lament their destruction on the road to Two-Caves.
6The waters of Clear-Waters are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.
7So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.
8For their outcry echoes to the border of From-the-Father. Their wailing reaches Two-Pools; it is heard in Well-of-the-Mighty.
9The waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of From-the-Father and upon the remnant of the land.