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36 Like the somber sound of a flute, my heart mourns for Moab. My heart mourns for the men of Kir-heres, for everything they had is gone.

37 For every head is shaved, and every beard is cut short;
    every hand is cut, and every waist is wrapped in sackcloth.

38 Eternal One: On every rooftop in Moab and on every street corner,
        there is nothing but mourning
    Because I have smashed Moab like a jar that no one wants.

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