⁵ My heart cries out^(A) over Moab;^(B)
    her fugitives^(C) flee as far as Zoar,^(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim^(E)
    they lament their destruction.^(F)
6 The waters of Nimrim are dried up^(G)
    and the grass is withered;^(H)
the vegetation is gone^(I)
    and nothing green is left.^(J)
7 So the wealth they have acquired^(K) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.