5
My heart cries out over Moab;
her fugitives flee as far as Zoar,
as far as Eglath-shelishiyah.a
With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith;
they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.
6
The waters of Nimrim are dried up,
and the grass is withered;
the vegetation is gone,
and the greenery is no more.
7
So they carry their wealth and belongings
over the Brook of the Willows.b