And they beat down the cities; and on every good piece of land they cast every man his stone, and filled it; and they stopped all the fountains of water, and felled all the good trees, until in Kir-hareseth (only) they left the stones thereof; howbeit the slingers went about it, and smote it.
My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles (flee) unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Therefore shall Moab wail for Moab, every one shall wail: for the raisin-cakes of Kir-hareseth shall ye mourn, utterly stricken.
Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres.