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31 Therefore, I wail over Moab;
    I cry out in anguish for all of Moab;
    I mourn for the men of Kir-heres.
32 More than for Jazer I weep for you,
    O vineyard of Sibmah.
Your branches stretched beyond the sea,
    reaching all the way to Jazer.
Upon your harvest and your vintage,
    the despoiler has descended.
33 Gladness and joy have been removed
    from the orchards of Moab.
I have stanched the flow of wine from the vats;
    the joyful shouts of the treader of grapes
    can no longer be heard.

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