My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. At the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the way to Horonaim Their cries are heart-rending.
My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. At the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the way to Horonaim Their cries are heart-rending.