My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith With weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith With weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.