^{5 Ref} My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles `flee' unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: 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 Ref} For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.

^{7 Ref} Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.

^{8 Ref} For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the wailing thereof unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto Beer-elim.