My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles 'flee' unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Myn herte schal crie to Moab, þe barris þerof til to Segor, a cow calf of thre yeer. For whi a wepere schal stie bi þe stiyng of Luith, and in þe weie of Oronaym þei schulen reise cry of sorewe.