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Wail, O Heshbon, for Ai has been laid waste.
    Cry out, O daughters of Rabbah.
Wrap yourselves in sackcloth and mourn;
    run to and fro and gash your bodies.
For Milcom will go into exile
    together with his priests and his attendants.
Why do you glory in your strength
    that is now beginning to ebb?
O rebellious daughter,
    you place your trust in your treasures,
    saying, “Who will dare to attack me?”
I will bring terror upon you from every side,
    says the Lord God of hosts.
Every one of you will be driven away and scattered,
    with no one to rally the fugitives.

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