⁶ The waters at Nimrim are dried up.
    And so is the grass.
The plants have died.
    Nothing green is left.
⁷ The people are trying to escape
    through the Valley of the Poplar Trees.
They are carrying with them the wealth
    they have collected and stored up.
⁸ Their loud cries echo along the border of Moab.
    They reach as far as Eglaim.
    Their songs of sadness reach all the way to Beer Elim.