ISV(i)
5 My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. For at the ascent to Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.
6 The Nimrim waters are desolate; the grass is withered, its vegetation gone; there is no foliage left.
7 Therefore the wealth they have acquired and what they have stored up— they carry them away over the Arab Wadi.
8 For the cry has gone out along the border of Moab; her wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, her wailing reaches as far as Beer-elim.