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Moab has been crushed;
    the agonized cries of her little ones
    can be heard as far away as Zoar.
On the ascent to Luhith
    they climb weeping bitterly.
On the descent to Horonaim
    the anguished cry of destruction is heard:
“Flee! Save your lives!
    Survive like a wild ass in the desert!”

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