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

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; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the hill to Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim they lament their destruction. (niv)

“ The sound of their cry rises from Heshbon to Elealeh and Jahaz, from Zoar as far as Horonaim and Eglath Shelishiyah, for even the waters of Nimrim are dried up. (niv)

They go up the hill to Luhith, weeping bitterly as they go; on the road down to Horonaim anguished cries over the destruction are heard. (niv)

This is what the Lord says:“ See how the waters are rising in the north; they will become an overflowing torrent. They will overflow the land and everything in it, the towns and those who live in them. The people will cry out; all who dwell in the land will wail (niv)

Therefore the Moabites wail, they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.The fields of Heshbon wither, the vines of Sibmah also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines, which once reached Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out and went as far as the sea.So I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. Heshbon and Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled.Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth. (niv)

Dibon goes up to its temple, to its high places to weep; Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. Every head is shaved and every beard cut off. (niv)

Therefore I said,“ Turn away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not try to console me over the destruction of my people.” (niv)

Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab; their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, their lamentation as far as Beer Elim. (niv)

Disaster follows disaster; the whole land lies in ruins. In an instant my tents are destroyed, my shelter in a moment.How long must I see the battle standard and hear the sound of the trumpet? (niv)