15:8 Indeed, the cries of distress echo throughout Moabite territory;
their wailing can be heard in Eglaim and Beer Elim.
16:2 At the fords of the Arnon
the Moabite women are like a bird
that flies about when forced from its nest.
16:6 We have heard about Moab’s pride,
their great arrogance,
their boasting, pride, and excess.
But their boastful claims are empty!
16:7 So Moab wails over its demise
they all wail!
Completely devastated, they moan
about what has happened to the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.