My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall flee to Zoar, a heifer of three years old: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping shall they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall lift up a cry of destruction.
Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in birth labor: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
Look down from heaven, and behold from the habitation of your holiness and of your glory: where is your zeal and your strength, the pleading of your sympathy and of your mercies toward me? are they restrained?
Is Ephraim my dear son? is he a pleasant child? for since I spoke against him, I do earnestly remember him still: therefore my heart is troubled for him; I will surely have mercy upon him, says the LORD.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a sound in me; I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Therefore my heart shall mourn for Moab like pipes, and my heart shall mourn like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: because the riches that he has gotten have perished.
Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; my heart is overturned within me; for I have greatly rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is what seems like death.
How shall I give you up, Ephraim? how shall I deliver you, Israel? how shall I make you like Admah? how shall I treat you like Zeboim? my heart is overturned within me, my repentings are kindled together.