New International Version
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(G)
and the grass is withered;(H)
the vegetation is gone(I)
and nothing green is left.(J)
7 So the wealth they have acquired(K) and stored up
they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.
8 Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab;
their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim,
their lamentation as far as Beer(L) Elim.