People weep as they go up to Luhith; and as they come down to Horonaim their sad cries at the destruction echo around.
I weep over Moab. Moabite refugees run all the way to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping they go up Luhith hill; crying for their destruction they walk along the road to Horonaim.
Listen to the cries from Horonaim: “Violence and terrible destruction!”
Moab will be smashed. Hear the little ones crying for help.