My heart shall cry to Moab; her fugitives to Zoar, a heifer of three years; he goes up the ascent of Luhith with weeping, for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of ruin.
You shall lay low the noise of aliens, like the heat in a dry place, the heat with the shadow of cloud; the shouting of the terrifying ones shall be laid low.
And it shall be in that day, a statement of Jehovah, the sound of a cry from the Fish Gate, and a howling from the Second, and a great breaking from the hills.