³¹ Wail,^(A) you gate!^(B) Howl, you city!
    Melt away, all you Philistines!^(C)
A cloud of smoke comes from the north,^(D)
    and there is not a straggler in its ranks.^(E)

² Dibon^(A) goes up to its temple,
    to its high places^(B) to weep;
    Moab wails^(C) over Nebo^(D) and Medeba.
Every head is shaved^(E)
    and every beard cut off.^(F)

⁷ Therefore the Moabites wail,^(A)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes^(B) of Kir Hareseth.^(C)

Wail,^(B) you ships^(C) of Tarshish!^(D)
    For Tyre is destroyed^(E)
    and left without house or harbor.
From the land of Cyprus
    word has come to them.