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.
9. The waters of Dibon are full of blood, but I will bring on Dibon even more than this —a lion for those who escape from Moab,and for the survivors in the land.