Isaiah 15:5-6

5My heart cries out for Moab. Her fugitives are as far as Zoar as a three year old heifer, for by the ascent of Luhith they go up with weeping, for on the way of Horonaim they raise a cry of distress.

6The waters of Nimrim are desolate. The grass is withered away, the new grass withers, there is nothing green.