Isaiah 15:5; Isaiah 15:6

5 My heart cries out for Moab; His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah , For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Surely on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their ruin.

6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolate. Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass died out, There is no green thing.