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Because of that, I weep for the vines of Sibmah, as Jazer weeps. I pour out my tears all over you, Heshbon and Elealeh. Your people no longer sing because they are happy at harvest time. There is no more fruit on your trees or crops in your fields. 10 Nobody is happy in the fields. Nobody sings or shouts with joy in the vineyards. Nobody squeezes the grapes to make wine. I have caused all the happy noise to stop.

11 So I cry deep inside me for Moab. I cry like the sad music of a harp. I am very upset for Kir-Hareseth.

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So I weep,(A) as Jazer weeps,
    for the vines of Sibmah.
Heshbon and Elealeh,(B)
    I drench you with tears!(C)
The shouts of joy(D) over your ripened fruit
    and over your harvests(E) have been stilled.
10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;(F)
    no one sings or shouts(G) in the vineyards;
no one treads(H) out wine at the presses,(I)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
11 My heart laments for Moab(J) like a harp,(K)
    my inmost being(L) for Kir Hareseth.

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