Translations
My own heart breaks for Moab — her refugees flee toward Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping, they climb the slope of Luhith; on the road to Horonaim, cries of utter devastation fill the air.
My heart cries out for Moav — her fugitives flee as far as Tzo'ar, to Eglat-Shelishiyah. For up the ascent of Luchit, weeping they climb; on the road to Choronaim they raise a shattered cry of ruin.
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.
My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

