5. My heart cries, full of sorrow for Moab. Its people run away to Zoar for safety. They run to Eglath Shelishiyah. The people are crying as they go up the road to Luhith. They are crying loudly as they walk on the road to Horonaim.
6. But Nimrim Brook is as dry as a desert. The grass has dried up, and the plants are all dead. Nothing is green.
7. So the people gather up everything they own and cross the border at Arabah stream.
8. You can hear crying everywhere in Moab— as far away as Eglaim and Beer Elim.