⁵ My heart cries out over Moab,
whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar,^(A)
to Eglath-shelishiyah;
they go up the Ascent of Luhith weeping;
they raise a cry of destruction
on the road to Horonaim.

¹⁵ Look down from heaven and see^(A)
from your lofty home – holy and beautiful.
Where is your zeal and your might?
Your yearning^[a] and your compassion
are withheld from me.