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So the people of Moab cry out.
    All of them cry over their country.
Sing a song of sadness.
    Weep that you can no longer enjoy the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.
The fields of Heshbon dry up.
    So do the vines of Sibmah.
The rulers of the nations
    have walked all over its finest vines.
Those vines once reached as far as Jazer.
    They spread out toward the desert.
Their new growth went
    all the way to the Dead Sea.
Jazer weeps for the vines of Sibmah.
    And so do I.
Heshbon and Elealeh,
    I soak you with my tears!
There isn’t any ripe fruit for people to shout about.
    There isn’t any harvest to make them happy.

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