A sound of crying from Babylon, great destruction from the land of the Chaldeans;
My heart cries out for Moab, his fugitives reach Zoar, Eglath-shelishiyah: The ascent of Luhith they ascend weeping; On the way to Horonaim they utter rending cries;
the roar of strangers like heat in the desert, You subdued the heat with the shade of a cloud, the rain of the tyrants was vanquished.
Battle alarm in the land, great destruction!
Slay all the oxen, take them down to slaughter; Woe to them! their day has come, the time of their punishment.
The king of Babylon hears news of them, and his hands hang helpless; Anguish takes hold of him, like the pangs of a woman giving birth.
At the cry “Babylon is captured!” the earth quakes; the outcry is heard among the nations.
On that day—oracle of the Lord— A cry will be heard from the Fish Gate, a wail from the Second Quarter, loud crashing from the hills.