My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles {\i flee} unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? {\i how} shall I cast thee off, Israel? how shall I make thee as Admah? {\i how} shall I set thee as Zeboiim? my heart is turned within me, my compassions are kindled together.
Therefore my heart soundeth for Moab like pipes, and my heart soundeth like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: therefore the abundance that he hath gotten is perished.
Look down from heaven, and behold from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory: where are thy zeal and thy mighty acts? the yearning of thy heart and thy compassions are restrained toward me.
Is Ephraim my dear son? is he a darling child? for as often as I speak against him, I do earnestly remember him still: therefore my heart yearneth for him; I will surely have mercy upon him, saith Jehovah.\par
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled;\par\tab My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled:\par\tab Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.