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Howl, O Heshbon, for Ai has been devastated!
    Cry out, O daughters of Rabbah,
gird yourselves with sackcloth and lament,
    and run to and fro inside the walls;
for their king shall go into captivity,
    and his priests and his officials together.
Why do you glory in the valleys,
    your flowing valley,
O backsliding daughter
    who trusts in her treasures, saying,
    “Who shall come against me?”
I will bring a fear upon you,
    says the Lord God of Hosts,
    from all those who are around you;
and each of you will be driven out headlong,
    and no one will gather together the fugitives.

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