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My heart cries out for Moab;
Those who flee from her are as far as (A)Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah,
For they go up the (B)ascent of Luhith weeping;
Surely on the road to Horonaim they keep awake with crying in distress (C)over their destruction.
For the (D)waters of Nimrim are [a]desolate.
Surely the grass is dried up, the tender grass has [b]completely ceased,
There is (E)no green thing.
Therefore the (F)abundance they have made and stored up
They carry off over the brook of [c]Arabim.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:6 Lit desolations
  2. Isaiah 15:6 Lit come to an end
  3. Isaiah 15:7 Or the poplars