35 I will leave no one in Moab—oracle of the Lord—to offer burnt offerings on the high place or to make sacrifices to their gods.
36 Hence my heart wails like a flute for Moab; my heart wails like a flute for the people of Kir-heres: the wealth they accumulated has perished.
37 Every head has been shaved bald, every beard cut off; every hand gashed, and all their loins are draped in sackcloth.
38 On all the rooftops of Moab and in all its squares there is mourning. I have shattered Moab like a pot that no one wants—oracle of the Lord.
39 How terrified they are, how they wail! How Moab turns its back in shame! Moab has become a laughingstock and a horror to all its neighbors!
40 For thus says the Lord:Look there! Like an eagle he swoops,spreading his wings over Moab.
41 Cities are captured,strongholds seized:On that day the hearts of Moab’s warriorsbecome like the heart of a woman in labor.