Lexicon :: Strong's H188 - 'ôy

Woe to you, Moab!

You have been destroyed, people of Chemosh!

He gave up his sons as refugees,

and his daughters into captivity

to Sihon the Amorite king.

Once more he proclaimed his poem:

Ah, who can live when God does this?

they panicked. “A god has entered their camp! ” they said. “Woe to us! Nothing like this has happened before.

Who has woe? Who has sorrow?

Who has conflicts? Who has complaints?

Who has wounds for no reason?

Who has red eyes?

The look on their faces testifies against them,

and like Sodom, they flaunt their sin;

they do not conceal it.

Woe to them,

for they have brought disaster on themselves.

Woe to the wicked ​— ​it will go badly for them,

for what they have done will be done to them.

Then I said:

Woe is me for I am ruined[fn]

because I am a man of unclean lips

and live among a people of unclean lips,

and because my eyes have seen the King,

the LORD of Armies.

From the ends of the earth we hear songs:

The Splendor of the Righteous One.

But I said, “I waste away! I waste away![fn]

Woe is me.”

The treacherous act treacherously;

the treacherous deal very treacherously.

Look, he advances like clouds;

his chariots are like a storm.

His horses are swifter than eagles.

Woe to us, for we are ruined!

I hear a cry like a woman in labor,

a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child.

The cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath,

stretching out her hands:

“Woe is me, for my life is weary

because of the murderers! ”

“Set them apart for war against her;

rise up, let’s attack at noon.

Woe to us, for the day is passing;

the evening shadows grow long.

Woe to me because of my brokenness —

I am severely wounded!

I exclaimed, “This is my intense suffering,

but I must bear it.”

Your adulteries and your lustful neighing,

your depraved prostitution

on the hills, in the fields —

I have seen your abhorrent acts.

Woe to you, Jerusalem!

You are unclean —

for how long yet?

Woe is me, my mother,

that you gave birth to me,

a man who incites dispute and conflict

in all the land.

I did not lend or borrow,

yet everyone curses me.

“‘You have said, “Woe is me, because the LORD has added misery to my pain! I am worn out with[fn] groaning and have found no rest.” ’

Woe to you, Moab!

The people of Chemosh have perished

because your sons have been taken captive

and your daughters have gone into captivity.

The crown has fallen from our head.

Woe to us, for we have sinned.

“ ‘Then after all your evil ​— ​Woe, woe to you! ​— ​the declaration of the Lord GOD ​— ​

“ ‘Therefore, this is what the Lord GOD says:

Woe to the city of bloodshed,

the pot that has corrosion inside it,

and its corrosion has not come out of it!

Empty it piece by piece;

lots should not be cast for its contents.

“ ‘Therefore, this is what the Lord GOD says:

Woe to the city of bloodshed!

I myself will make the pile of kindling large.

Woe to them, for they fled from me;

destruction to them, for they rebelled against me!

Though I want to redeem them,

they speak lies against me.

Even if they raise children,

I will bereave them of each one.

Yes, woe to them when I depart from them!