5 My own heart cries out over Moʹab himself.+ The runaways thereof are as far along as Zoʹar+ [and] Egʹlath-she·liʹshi·yah.+ For on the ascent of Luʹhith+—with weeping [each] one goes up on it; for on the way to Hor·o·naʹim+ they arouse the outcry about the catastrophe.

3 That is why my hips have become full of severe pains.+ Convulsions themselves have grabbed hold of me, like the convulsions of a woman that is giving birth.+ I have become disconcerted so that I do not hear; I have become disturbed so that I do not see.