5 My heart cries out for Moab;
her fugitives flee to Zoar,
For at the oascent of Luhith
they go up weeping;
on the road to oHoronaim
they raise a cry of destruction;
7 Therefore let Moab wail for Moab,
blet everyone wail.
Mourn, utterly stricken,
11 Therefore mmy inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,
and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.