2
Dibon has gone up to the temple, to the shrines to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard cut off.
3
In its streets they wear mourning clothes; on its rooftops and in its plazas, everyone wails and falls down weeping.
4
Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; as far as Jahaz their voice is heard. The armed men of Moab shout, spirits trembling.
5
My heart cries out for Moab. Its fugitives flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah. At the ascent of Luhith, each will go up with weeping. On the road to Horonaim, they will raise a piercing cry.
6
The waters of Nimrim are used up. Grass has withered; vegetation is dead; greenery is gone.