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In their streets they wear sackcloth.
On their housetops and in their plazas,
    everyone wails, weeping profusely.
Heshbon and Elealeh cry out.
Their voice is heard as far as Jahaz.
Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry aloud,
    his soul faints within him.
My 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.

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In the streets they wear sackcloth;(A)
    on the roofs(B) and in the public squares(C)
they all wail,(D)
    prostrate with weeping.(E)
Heshbon(F) and Elealeh(G) cry out,
    their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz.(H)
Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out,
    and their hearts are faint.

My heart cries out(I) over Moab;(J)
    her fugitives(K) flee as far as Zoar,(L)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim(M)
    they lament their destruction.(N)

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