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My heart cries out over Moab.
    Some who run away get as far as Zoar.
    Others run all the way to Eglath Shelishiyah.
Others go up the hill to Luhith.
    They are weeping as they go.
Still others travel the road to Horonaim.
    They sing a song of sadness because their town is being destroyed.
The waters at Nimrim are dried up.
    And so is the grass.
The plants have died.
    Nothing green is left.
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.

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