^{5 Ref} My heart cries out for Moab; her nobles [flee] to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah: 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 fails, 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 of it to Eglaim, and the wailing of it to Beer-elim.