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For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the herbage is withered away, the grass hath failed, there is no green thing.

Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, do they carry away to the torrent of the willows.

For the cry goeth round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.

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The waters of Nimrim are dried up(A)
    and the grass is withered;(B)
the vegetation is gone(C)
    and nothing green is left.(D)
So the wealth they have acquired(E) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.
Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab;
    their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim,
    their lamentation as far as Beer(F) Elim.

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