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)

¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(A) like a harp,^(B)
    my inmost being^(C) for Kir Hareseth.

³ At this my body is racked with pain,^(A)
    pangs seize me, like those of a woman in labor;^(B)
I am staggered by what I hear,
    I am bewildered^(C) by what I see.

⁴ Therefore I said, “Turn away from me;
    let me weep^(A) bitterly.
Do not try to console me
    over the destruction of my people.”^(B)