WEB
My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
YLT
My heart is toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third year, For—the ascent of Luhith—With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.