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My heart weeps for Moab! His people flee to Zoar and Eglath. Weeping, they climb the upward road to Luhith, and their crying will be heard all along the road to Horonaim. Even Nimrim River is desolate! The grassy banks are dried up and the tender plants are gone. The desperate refugees take only the possessions they can carry and flee across the Brook of Willows.

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My heart cries out(A) over Moab;(B)
    her fugitives(C) flee as far as Zoar,(D)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim(E)
    they lament their destruction.(F)
The waters of Nimrim are dried up(G)
    and the grass is withered;(H)
the vegetation is gone(I)
    and nothing green is left.(J)
So the wealth they have acquired(K) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

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