They beat down the cities; and on every good piece of land they cast every man his stone, and filled it; and they stopped all the springs of water, and felled all the good trees, until in Kir-Hareset [only] they left the stones of it; however the men armed with slings went about it, and struck it.
My heart cries out for Mo'av! Her Nazirites flee to Tzo`ar, to Eglat-Shelishi-Yah; for they go up by the ascent of Luchit with weeping; for in the way of Choronayim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
Therefore my heart sounds for Mo'av like pipes, and my heart sounds like pipes for the men of Kir-Heres: therefore the abundance that he has gotten is perished.