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My heart cries out for Moab;
    her fugitives have arrived close to Zoar,
    at Eglath-shelishiyah.
They climb the slope of Luhith,
    weeping as they make their ascent;
on the road to Horonaim
    they emit heart-rending cries.
The waters of Nimrim
    have become a desolate waste.
The grass is parched,
    the plants have withered away,
    and nothing green can be seen.
Therefore, the people carry away
    across the Ravine of the Willows
whatever possessions they can manage
    and the savings they have accumulated.

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My heart cries out(A) over Moab;(B)
    her fugitives(C) flee as far as Zoar,(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim(E)
    they lament their destruction.(F)
The waters of Nimrim are dried up(G)
    and the grass is withered;(H)
the vegetation is gone(I)
    and nothing green is left.(J)
So the wealth they have acquired(K) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

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