Woe is my heart for Moab's sake. They fled unto the city of Zoar, which is like a fair young bullock of three years old; they went up to Luhith, weeping. The way toward Horonaim was full of lamentation for the hurt.

At the going up unto Luhith there shall arise a lamentation: and down toward Horonaim, there shall be heard a cruel and deadly cry.