A voice cries out from Horonaim,“ devastation and great disaster!”

“从何罗念有喊荒凉大毁灭的哀声：

从何罗念有哀号声：“荒凉！大毁灭！”

从何罗念有哀号声：“荒凉！大毁灭！”

“从何罗念传来呼喊声，‘荒凉了！毁灭了！’

从何罗念传出哀号的声音，说：‘荒凉了，大大毁灭了！’

從何羅念有喊荒涼大毀滅的哀聲：

從何羅念有哀號聲：「荒涼！大毀滅！」

從何羅念有哀號聲：「荒涼！大毀滅！」

「從何羅念傳來呼喊聲，『荒涼了！毀滅了！』

從何羅念傳出哀號的聲音，說：‘荒涼了，大大毀滅了！’

『從何羅念有哀叫的聲音，毁滅和大破毁！

自何羅念有聲曰、荒蕪矣、毀壞大哉、

自何囉念已聞殘賊攻擊之聲、

何羅念傾毀、大遭災害、哀號之聲遠聞、

Cries of anguish arise from Horonaim, cries of great havoc and destruction.

Cries of sorrow come from Horonaim. The town is being completely destroyed.

“ A voice! A cry from Horonaim,‘ Desolation and great destruction!’

Listen to the cries from Horonaim, cries of devastation and great destruction.

A voice cries out from Horonaim,“ devastation and a crushing blow!”

The sound of an outcry from Horonaim,‘ Devastation and great destruction!’

A voice of crying shall be from Horonaim:‘ Plundering and great destruction!’

The sound of a cry from Horonaim, desolation and great destruction!

A voice of crying[ shall be] from Horonaim, spoiling and great destruction.

Cries of anguish will arise in Horonaim,‘ Oh, the ruin and great destruction!’

The sound of a cry from Horonaim, desolation and great destruction!

My heart cries out over Moab, whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah; they go up the slope of Luhith weeping; they raise a cry of destruction on the road to Horonaim.

“ There is a cry from Heshbon to Elealeh; they raise their voices as far as Jahaz— from Zoar to Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah— because even the waters of Nimrim have become desolate.

For on the Ascent to Luhith they will be weeping continually, and on the descent to Horonaim will be heard cries of distress over the destruction:

This is what the Lord says: Look, waters are rising from the north and becoming an overflowing wadi. They will overflow the land and everything in it, the cities and their inhabitants. The people will cry out, and every inhabitant of the land will wail.

Therefore let Moab wail; let every one of them wail for Moab. Mourn, you who are completely devastated, for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth.For Heshbon’s terraced vineyards and the grapevines of Sibmah have withered. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choice vines that reached as far as Jazer and spread to the desert. Their shoots spread out and reached the Dead Sea.So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.Joy and rejoicing have been removed from the orchard; no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards. No one tramples grapes in the winepresses. I have put an end to the shouting.Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

Dibon went up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails on Nebo and at Medeba. Every head is shaved; every beard is cut off.

Therefore I said,“ Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear people.”

For their cry echoes throughout the territory of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; their wailing reaches Beer-elim.

Disaster after disaster is reported because the whole land is destroyed. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my tent curtains, in a moment.How long must I see the signal flag and hear the sound of the ram’s horn?