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10 From the orchards are taken away
    joy and gladness,
In the vineyards there is no singing,
    no shout of joy;
In the wine presses no one treads grapes,
    the vintage shout is stilled.(A)
11 Therefore for Moab
    my heart moans like a lyre,
    my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.(B)
12 [a]When Moab wears himself out on the high places,
    and enters his sanctuary to pray,
    it shall avail him nothing.(C)

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  1. 16:12 In vain do the Moabites appeal to their god Chemosh.