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;

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: