5
My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
6
For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth, there is no green thing.
7
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
8
For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
9
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.