My heart cries out for Moab; His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Surely on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their ruin. (Isaiah 15:5)

For the waters of Nimrim are desolate. Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass died out, There is no green thing. (Isaiah 15:6)


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