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Venerdi, 29 marzo 2024 - Santi Simplicio e Costantino ( Letture di oggi)

Isaiah 15


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1Proclamation about Moab: Laid waste in a night, Ar-Moab lies silent; Laid waste in a night, Kir-Moablies silent.2The daughter of Dibon has climbed to the high places to weep; on Nebo and in Medeba Moab laments.Every head shaven, every beard cut off,3they wear sackcloth in their streets; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone is lamenting andcol apsing in tears.4Heshbon and Elealeh are crying out in distress, their voices can be heard as far as Jahaz. That is whythe warriors of Moab are shivering, his soul trembles at the sound.5His heart cries out in distress for Moab, whose fugitives are already at Zoar, nearly at Eglath-Shelishiyah. They climb the slope of Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim they utter heart-rending cries.6The Waters of Nimrim have become a waste land, the grass dried up, the plants withered away,nothing green any more.7That is why they are carrying what they could save of their stores across the Ravine of the Wil ows.8For the cry for help re-echoes round the territory of Moab; their wailing, right to Eglaim, to Beer-Elim,their wailing;9Dimon's waters are swol en with blood, and I have worse in store for Dimon: a lion for those of Moabwho survive, for those left on its soil.