Isaiah 15:5-7

The Voice

⁵ It breaks my heart to hear Moab.
    Refugees make for Zoar at Edom’s border to Eglath-shelishiyah.
They climb, weeping, to the heights of Luhith and along roads to Horonaim.
They go with shattering cries.
    The land itself is destroyed, dead.
⁶ Where it had been green and rippling with tall grasses, now it’s brown and dusty.
    Where sweet water glistened all along Nimrim, now it’s dry and desolate.
⁷ So the people are carting away all their belongings.
    Whatever they’ve gathered, they carry along the brook lined with poplars.