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He has gone up to the shrine, to Dibon,
    to the high places to weep.
Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba.
Every head is bald, every beard shaven.
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.

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