My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives {shall flee} unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction. {his...: or, to the borders thereof, even to Zoar, as an heifer} {destruction: Heb. breaking}

And they beat down the cities, and on every good piece of land cast every man his stone, and filled it; and they stopped all the wells of water, and felled all the good trees: only in Kirharaseth left they the stones thereof; howbeit the slingers went about {it}, and smote it. {only in...: Heb. until he left its stones in Kirharaseth}

Therefore mine heart shall sound for Moab like pipes, and mine heart shall sound like pipes for the men of Kirheres: because the riches {that} he hath gotten are perished.

Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab, every one shall howl: for the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn; surely {they are} stricken. {mourn: or, mutter}

And they beat down the cities, and on every good piece of land cast every man his stone, and filled it; and they stopped all the wells of water, and felled all the good trees: only in Kirharaseth left they the stones thereof; howbeit the slingers went about {it}, and smote it. {only in...: Heb. until he left its stones in Kirharaseth}

My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives {shall flee} unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction. {his...: or, to the borders thereof, even to Zoar, as an heifer} {destruction: Heb. breaking}

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. {my very...: Heb. the walls of my heart}

All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, {and} the beautiful rod!

Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed: howl for her; take balm for her pain, if so be she may be healed.

For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beerelim.

He is gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, the high places, to weep: Moab shall howl over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads {shall be} baldness, {and} every beard cut off.