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The waters of Nimrim are desolate.
The grass is withered away,
the new grass withers,
there is nothing green.
Therefore the riches they had gotten
and whatever they have stored,
they carry over the Wadi of Willows.
For the cry has gone around
the borders of Moab,
the wailing to Eglaim,
and the wailing to Beer-elim.

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