Isaias

3 In his streets they are girded with sackcloth; on her roofs and in her broad places all of her howleth, running down with weeping.

4 And Heshbon crieth, and Elealeh; their voiCe is heard unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry out; his soul trembleth within him.

5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her bars reach unto Zoar; a heifer of three years old: for the ascent of Luhith, with weeping doth he go up by it; for in the way of Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.

6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolations; the grass is withered, the herbage is consumed, there is no green thing.

7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and their treasure, shall they carry away over the brook of willows.

8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of ’ Moab; her howling (hath reached) unto Eglaim, and to Beer-elim her howling.