Isaiah 15:5-8 Woe is my heart for Moab's sake. They fled unto the city of Zoar, which is like a fair young bullock of three years old; they went up to Luhith, weeping. The way toward Horonaim was full of lamentation for the hurt.

MSTC⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁵ Woe is my heart for Moab's sake. They fled unto the city of Zoar, which is like a fair young bullock of three years old; they went up to Luhith, weeping. The way toward Horonaim was full of lamentation for the hurt. ⁶ The waters of Nimrim were dried up, the grass was withered, and the herbs destroyed, and the green things gone. ⁷ As for their substance, the enemies have carried them to the brook of willows. ⁸ For the cry went over the whole land of Moab: from Eglaim unto Beerelim, was there nothing but mourning.