M i corazón dará gritos por Moab; sus fugitivos huirán hasta Zoar, novilla de tres años. Por la cuesta de Luhit subirán llorando, y lamentarán su destrucción por el camino de Horonáyim.
My heart cries out for Moab. His men have run away as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah. For they go up the hill of Luhith crying. On the road to Horonaim they cry in sorrow over their being destroyed.
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