Isaiah 15:2-6

The people have gone up to the temple and to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba; Everyone’s head is bald and every beard is cut off.

In their streets they have put on sackcloth; On their housetops and in their public squares Everyone is wailing, overcome with weeping.

Heshbon and Elealeh also cry out, Their voice is heard all the way to Jahaz; Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; His soul trembles within him.

My heart cries out for Moab; His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Indeed, on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their collapse.

For the waters of Nimrim are desolate. Indeed, the grass is withered, the new growth has died, There is no greenery.