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Howl, O Heshbon, for Ai is spoiled:
cry, ye daughters of Rabbah, gird you with sackcloth;
lament, and run to and fro by the hedges;
for their king shall go into captivity,
and his priests and his princes together.
Wherefore gloriest thou in the valleys,
thy flowing valley, O backsliding daughter?
that trusted in her treasures, saying, Who shall come unto me?
Behold, I will bring a fear upon thee, saith the Lord God of hosts,
from all those that be about thee;
and ye shall be driven out every man right forth;
and none shall gather up him that wandereth.

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