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10 Happiness and joy are taken away from the field that gives much fruit. No songs are sung in the grape-fields. No one crushes grapes to make wine, for I have stopped the cry of joy. 11 So my heart cries with sorrow for Moab like a harp. Inside myself I cry for Kir-hareseth. 12 When Moab goes to his high place, he will only become tired. When he goes to his holy place to pray, it will do him no good.

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