And it hath come to pass, in that day, A man keepeth alive a heifer of the herd, And two of the flock,

My heart is toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third year, For -- the ascent of Luhith -- With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.