NASB
"In their streets they have girded themselves with sackcloth; On their housetops and in their squares Everyone is wailing, dissolved in tears."
— Isaiah 15:3, NASB
“In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping abundantly.”
“In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly. ”
“In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.”
“In their streets they wear sackcloth; on their roofs and in their town squares all of them wail, they fall down weeping.”
“In their streets they are girded with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets all shall howl and come down weeping.”
“In their streets they are covering themselves with haircloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their public places, there is crying and bitter weeping.”
“In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping abundantly.”
The oracle concerning Moab. Surely in a night Ar of Moab is devastated and ruined; Surely in a night Kir of Moab is devastated and ruined.
They have gone up to the temple and to Dibon, even to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba; Everyone's head is bald and every beard is cut off.
In their streets they have girded themselves with sackcloth; On their housetops and in their squares Everyone is wailing, dissolved in tears.
Heshbon and Elealeh also cry out, Their voice is heard all the way to Jahaz; Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; His soul trembles within him.
My heart cries out for Moab; His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Surely on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their ruin.
For the waters of Nimrim are desolate. Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass died out, There is no green thing.