2. Dibon went up to its templeto weep at its high places.Moab wails on Nebo and at Medeba.Every head is shaved;every beard is cut off.
3. In its streets they wear sackcloth;on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails,falling down and weeping.
4. Heshbon and Elealeh cry out;their voices are heard as far away as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out,and they tremble.
5. My heart cries out over Moab,whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah;they go up the slope of Luhith weeping;they raise a cry of destructionon the road to Horonaim.
6. The waters of Nimrim are desolate;the grass is withered, the foliage is gone,and the vegetation has vanished.