The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Prophecy of Jeremias
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Chapter 48
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And thus to Moab speaks the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel. Alas for Nabo, spoiled and shamed, for Cariathaim taken, the high fortress humbled, a prey to alarms!
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For Moab, scant triumph; against Hesebon there are plots a-brewing, Away with it, a nation let it be no more! Silence for thee, a long silence; the sword is at thy heels.
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From Oronaim the cry goes up, rack and ruin everywhere;
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Moab lies crushed, let Segor echo the cry!
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Weep they and wail, that climb the slopes of Luith; all the way down from Oronaim their foes may hear it, the cry of desolation.
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Fly he must that would escape with life, stripped though he be as the desert tamarisk.
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Ill reposed that confidence in ramparts of thine, stores of thine; taken thou shalt be like the rest, and Chamos go into exile, all his priests and all his votary chiefs with him.
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Of all thy cities, none shall be safe from the spoiler’s entry; wasted thy valleys shall be, swept bare the hill-sides; the Lord decrees it.
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Weave a coronal for Moab; in the flower of her pride she goes into exile, and all her cities lie desolate, none to dwell there.

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Cursed the man who goes about the Lord’s work grudgingly, nor with blood stains his sword!

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Since those first days of his, ever was Moab too rich; he, that knew not exile, is like a wine that has settled on its lees, never decanted; tang and reek of it were never lost;
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a time is coming now, the Lord says, when I mean to send certain stewards of mine that shall tilt those jars; draw wine, drain goblet, and break jar to pieces!
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Chamos will play Moab false, as Bethel played Israel false, when Israel trusted in its sanctuary.
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Ay, boast on of your bravery, tell us you are warriors all!
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Yet Moab is laid waste, its townships aflame, all the flower of its chivalry gone to their death; so that king decrees, whose name is the Lord of hosts.
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Not long delayed, Moab’s last hour; runs on swift feet his calamity.
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Mourn with him, you that are his neighbours, you that are his familiars; so trusty a rod broken, a staff so fair.

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Poor maid of Dibon, come down from thy splendour and sit on the parched ground; the spoiler of Moab has scaled thy heights, dismantled thy walls;
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poor maid of Aroer, by the wayside linger and look around thee; ask of the fugitives, How went the day?
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Alas, Moab’s hope is lost; Moab lies conquered. Loud be the cry of lament in Arnon, that tells of fields laid waste;
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doom on the hill-country, on Helon, Jasa, and Mephaath,
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Dibon, Nabo, and Beth-Deblathaim,
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Cariathaim, Beth-gamul, Bethmaon,
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Carioth, and Bosra, and all the cities of Moab, far and near.
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Blunted now is that horn, the Lord says, crushed that strong arm!
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Senseless let him fall, that once for the divine power vaunted himself a match; a laughing-stock let him be, that once, vomiting over his wine, clapped hands
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in derision to make a laughing-stock of Israel! An interloper thou didst call him, and now, for this ill speaking of thine, thyself shalt be cast into exile.
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Leave your cities, Moabites, and take to the hills; make the dove your model, that ever at the outermost edge of cave will build her nest.

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The boasting of Moab has long been in our ears, as it was ever boastful; proud, scornful, boastful Moab, with head so high in air!
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Well I know, the Lord says, those high pretensions of hers, that have no strength to warrant them, those dreams that never come true!
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So, from one end of Moab to the other, there is dole and dirge, mournful hearing for the men behind those walls of hardened brick.
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Jazer laments for thee, vineyard of Sabama, and with Jazer I too will mourn; thy shoots reached from Jazer itself to the Dead Sea and beyond; now, harvest of thine and vintage of thine the spoiler has overrun.
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From the garden-lands of Moab joy and triumph have died away; all the presses I have emptied of their wine, no vintage-song, no treading the grapes as of old.
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The dirge goes up from Hesebon, from Eleale and Jasa; goes up all the way from Segor to Oronaim, like the lowing of heifer full-grown; foul run the waters of Nemrim.
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None will I leave in Moab, the Lord says, to worship at the hill-shrines, or do sacrifice to its gods.
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For Moab my heart wails like the wailing of flutes, wailing of flutes for those brick-walled cities of hers; too high she aimed, and see, they lie in ruins.
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Every head is shorn, every beard shaved in mourning; with bound hands men go, sackcloth on their backs.
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Roof-top and street in Moab is none but echoes with grief; I have cast Moab away, the Lord says, like a jar past mending.

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Lament for Moab in defeat, bowed heads for Moab’s shame! A laughing-stock it will be and a by-word for all its neighbours.
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An eagle’s flight yonder conqueror has, the Lord says, and will sweep down on Moab too.
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Now Carioth is lost, and all the strongholds taken; cowed as woman’s heart in child-bearing are those warrior hearts;
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Moab, that set the Lord at defiance, shall be a people no more.
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Terror in front of its people, the Lord says, trap and toil behind them;
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from terror flee thou, into trap fall thou; from the trap free thee, toils shall fasten thee. Such shall be my year of reckoning with the men of Moab, the Lord says.
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From the toils escaped, who turns to Hesebon for shelter? Helpless he stands; such a fire comes out from Hesebon, all Seon’s capital aflame, till cheek and head of blustering Moab are consumed.
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Alas, Moab, alas, people of Chamos, for thy undoing! Gone into exile now thy sons and daughters!
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Yet a time shall come at last, the Lord says, when her lot shall be reversed.

Thus far the doom of Moab.