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My heart crieth out for Moab; her [a]nobles flee unto Zoar, [b]to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction. For the waters of Nimrim shall be [c]desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing. Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:5 Or, as otherwise read, fugitives
  2. Isaiah 15:5 Or, as a heifer three years old
  3. Isaiah 15:6 Hebrew desolations.