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10 Nobody is happy in the fields. Nobody sings or shouts with joy in the vineyards. Nobody squeezes the grapes to make wine. I have caused all the happy noise to stop.

11 So I cry deep inside me for Moab. I cry like the sad music of a harp. I am very upset for Kir-Hareseth.

12 Moab's people go to their altars and temples to pray for help from their gods. But they will only become tired. Their prayers will be useless.

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