2 Dibon went up to its templeto weep at its high places.Moab wails on Nebo and at Medeba.Every head is shaved;every beard is cut off.
3 In its streets they wear sackcloth;on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails,falling down and weeping.
4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out;their voices are heard as far away as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out,and they tremble.
5 My heart cries out over Moab,whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah;they go up the slope of Luhith weeping;they raise a cry of destructionon the road to Horonaim.
6 The waters of Nimrim are desolate;the grass is withered, the foliage is gone,and the vegetation has vanished.
7 So they carry their wealth and belongingsover the Wadi of the Willows.
8 For their cry echoesthroughout the territory of Moab.Their wailing reaches Eglaim;their wailing reaches Beer-elim.