15:5My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall flee unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.

15:6For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.