And they beat down the cities, and on every good piece of land every man dropped his stone, and filled it; and they stopped all the wells of water, and felled all the good trees: only in Kir-haraseth left they the stones thereof; however the stone slingers went around it, and struck it.
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 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.