ECB(i)
5 My heart is toward Moab; his fugitives cry out to Soar, an heifer of three: for by the ascent of Luchith they ascend with weeping; for in the way of Horonayim they waken a cry of breaking.
6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolations: for the hay withers away, the sprout finishes off; there is no green.
7 So the abundance they worked and what they mustered they bear away to the wadi of the willows.
8 For the cry goes around the borders of Moab - the howling to Eglayim and the howling to Beerelim: