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.

A voice shall cry from Horonaim, 'With great wasting and destruction

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

which aforetime were heard from Heshbon to Elealeh, and Jahaz, which lifted up their voice from Zoar unto Horonaim, that bullock of three years old. The waters also of Nimrim shall be dried up.