Isaiah 15:5-7

Tree of Life Version

⁵ My heart cries out for Moab.
Her fugitives are as far as Zoar
    as a three year old heifer,
for by the ascent of Luhith
    they go up with weeping,
for on the way of Horonaim
    they raise a cry of distress.
⁶ The waters of Nimrim are desolate.
The grass is withered away,
the new grass withers,
there is nothing green.
⁷ Therefore the riches they had gotten
and whatever they have stored,
they carry over the Wadi of Willows.