Jeremiah 4:20

My heart cries out for Moab; Those who flee from her are as far as Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Surely on the road to Horonaim they keep awake with crying in distress over their destruction.

We have heard the report of it; Our hands are limp. Distress has taken hold of us, Pain as of a woman in childbirth.

My tent is destroyed, And all my ropes are torn out; My sons have gone from me and are no more. There is no one to stretch out my tent again Or to set up my curtains.

“It has been made a desolation; Desolate, it mourns before Me; The whole land has been made desolate Because no man sets it upon his heart.

“The noise of battle is in the land, And great destruction.

‘Disaster will come upon disaster, and report will be added to report; then they will seek a vision from a prophet, but the law will be lost from the priest and counsel from the elders.