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We have heard about the pride of Moab,
    about how truly intense that pride is,
with its arrogance, its pride, and its insolence,
    as well as its boasts which have little basis.
Therefore, let Moab wail,
    every one of its inhabitants.
In their grief they will long
    for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth.
The vineyards of Heshbon have withered,
    the vines of Sibmah.
The lords of the nations
    have destroyed the choicest vines
that once reached as far as Jazer
    and spread out toward the desert,
and whose shoots with their spreading branches
    spread across the sea.

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