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)

⁶ The waters of Nimrim are dried up^(A)
    and the grass is withered;^(B)
the vegetation is gone^(C)
    and nothing green is left.^(D)