5 My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall flee to Zoar, a heifer of three years old: for they shall go up the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise a cry of destruction.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the herb is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gained, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
8 For the cry hath gone round the borders of Moab, her howling to Eglaim, and her howling to Beer-elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood: for I will bring more upon Dimon, lions upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.