¹¹ Therefore ^(A)my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,
    and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.

⁵ My heart cries out for Moab;
    her fugitives flee to Zoar,
    to ^(A)Eglath-shelishiyah.
For at the ^(B)ascent of Luhith
    they go up weeping;
on the road to ^(C)Horonaim
    they raise a cry of destruction;

^15 (A)Look down from heaven and see,
    ^(B)from your holy and beautiful^[a] habitation.
Where are ^(C)your zeal and your might?
    The stirring of your inner parts and your compassion
    are held back from me.

^20 (A)Is Ephraim my dear son?
    ^(B)Is he my darling child?
For as often as I speak against him,
    I do remember him still.
^(C)Therefore my heart^[a] yearns for him;
    I will surely have mercy on him,
declares the Lord.

^19 (A)My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
    Oh the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
    I cannot keep silent,
for I hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.