5. My heart weeps for Moab.Its people flee to Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah.Weeping, they climb the road to Luhith.Their cries of distress can be heard all along the road to Horonaim.
6. Even the waters of Nimrim are dried up!The grassy banks are scorched.The tender plants are gone;nothing green remains.
7. The people grab their possessionsand carry them across the Ravine of Willows.
8. A cry of distress echoes through the land of Moabfrom one end to the other—from Eglaim to Beer-elim.
9. The stream near Dibon runs red with blood,but I am still not finished with Dibon!Lions will hunt down the survivors—both those who try to escapeand those who remain behind.