⁵ My heart cries out^(A) over Moab;^(B)
    her fugitives^(C) flee as far as Zoar,^(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim^(E)
    they lament their destruction.^(F)

My heart^(A) is broken within me;
    all my bones tremble.^(B)
I am like a drunken man,
    like a strong man overcome by wine,
because of the Lord
    and his holy words.^(C)