¹⁹ Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound^(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure^(B) it.”

²⁰ My tent^(A) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;^(B)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

¹⁰ I will weep and wail for the mountains
    and take up a lament concerning the wilderness grasslands.^(A)
They are desolate and untraveled,
    and the lowing of cattle is not heard.
The birds^(B) have all fled
    and the animals are gone.

⁵ My heart cries out^(A) over Moab;^(B)
    her fugitives^(C) flee as far as Zoar,^(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim^(E)
    they lament their destruction.^(F)