In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails,
Their voice is heard even to Jahaz.
Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out aloud.
Their souls tremble inside them.
Her nobles flee to Zoar,
to Eglath Shelishiyah,
for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping;
for in the way of Horonaim,
they raise up a cry of destruction.
for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails,
there is no green thing.
over the brook of the willows.
around the borders of Moab,
its wailing to Eglaim
and its wailing to Beer Elim.
for I will bring yet more on Dimon,
a lion on those of Moab who escape,
and on the remnant of the land.