3 In the streets they wear sackcloth,and on the rooftops;In the squareseveryone wails, streaming with tears.
4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,they are heard as far as Jahaz.At this the loins of Moab tremble,his soul quivers within him;
5 My heart cries out for Moab,his fugitives reach Zoar,Eglath-shelishiyah:The ascent of Luhiththey ascend weeping;On the way to Horonaimthey utter rending cries;
6 The waters of Nimrimhave become a waste,The grass is withered,new growth is gone,nothing is green.
7 So now whatever they have acquired or stored awaythey carry across the Wadi of the Poplars.
8 The cry has gone roundthe territory of Moab;As far as Eglaim his wailing,even at Beer-elim his wailing.
9 The waters of Dimon are filled with blood,but I will bring still more upon Dimon:Lions for those who are fleeing from Moaband for those who remain in the land!