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

“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.

“ 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. Some who run away get as far as Zoar. Others run all the way to Eglath Shelishiyah. Others go up the hill to Luhith. They are weeping as they go. Still others travel the road to Horonaim. They sing a song of sadness because their town is being destroyed.

“ The sound of their cry rises from Heshbon. It rises as far as Elealeh and Jahaz. It rises from Zoar. It goes all the way to Horonaim and Eglath Shelishiyah. Even the waters at Nimrim are dried up.

The people go up the hill to Luhith. They are weeping bitterly as they go. Loud cries are heard on the road down to Horonaim. People cry out because the town is being destroyed.

The Lord said,“ The armies of Babylon are like waters rising in the north. They will become a great flood. They will flow over the land and everything in it. They will flow over the towns and those who live in them. The people will cry out. All those who live in the land will weep.

So the people of Moab cry out. All of them cry over their country. Sing a song of sadness. Weep that you can no longer enjoy the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.The fields of Heshbon dry up. So do the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have walked all over its finest vines. Those vines once reached as far as Jazer. They spread out toward the desert. Their new growth went all the way to the Dead Sea.Jazer weeps for the vines of Sibmah. And so do I. Heshbon and Elealeh, I soak you with my tears! There isn’t any ripe fruit for people to shout about. There isn’t any harvest to make them happy.Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards. No one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one stomps on grapes at the winepresses. That’s because the Lord has put an end to the shouting.My heart mourns over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp. Deep down inside me I mourn over Kir Hareseth.

The people of Dibon go up to their temple to worship. They go to their high places to weep. The people of Moab cry over the cities of Nebo and Medeba. All their heads are shaved. All their beards have been cut off.

So I said,“ Leave me alone. Let me weep bitter tears. Don’t try to comfort me. My people have been destroyed.”

Their loud cries echo along the border of Moab. They reach as far as Eglaim. Their songs of sadness reach all the way to Beer Elim.

One trouble follows another. The whole land is destroyed. In an instant my tents are gone. My home disappears in a moment.How long must I look at our enemy’s battle flag? How long must I hear the sound of the trumpets?