Isaiah 15:3-7

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.

Therefore the abundance which they have acquired and stored up, They carry it off over the brook of Arabim.