Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim - an outcry of destruction, they excite;

A voice of outcry, from Horonaim, - Wasting and great destruction!

For the ascent of Luhith, with weeping, one ascendeth - with weeping, - For in the descent of Horonaim, the distress of the outcry of destruction, have they heard:

From the outcry of Heshbon, Even unto Elealeh Even unto Jahaz, have they given forth their voice, From Zoar even unto Horonaim, the third Eglath, - For, even the waters of Nimrim, to utter desolation, have been turned: