You daughter who dwells in Divon, come down from your glory, and sit in thirst; for the destroyer of Mo'av is come up against you, he has destroyed your strongholds.
She went and sat down opposite him, a good way off, about a bow shot away. For she said, *Don't let me see the death of the child.* She sat over against him, and lifted up her voice, and wept.
The people were thirsty for water there; and the people murmured against Moshe, and said, *Why have you brought us up out of Egypt, to kill us, our children, and our livestock with thirst?*
They have gone up to Bayit, and to Divon, to the high places, to weep. Mo'av wails over Nevo 1 and over Medeva. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
Come down, and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Bavel; sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Kasdim: for you shall no more be called tender and delicate.
He was very thirsty, and called on the LORD, and said, You have given this great deliverance by the hand of your servant; and now shall I die for thirst, and fall into the hand of the uncircumcised.