Isaiah 15:5-7

Young's Literal Translation

⁵ My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For -- the ascent of Luhith -- With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

⁶ For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

⁷ Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.