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Therefore, I weep with Jazer
    for the vines of Sibmah.
I drench you with tears,
    Heshbon and Elealeh,
for the cries of battle have fallen
    over your harvest and vintage.
10 Joy and gladness
    have been taken away from the fields.
In the vineyards no songs are sung,
    no joyful shouts are raised.
No one treads out wine in the wine-presses
    no cheers of happiness are heard.
11 That is the reason why
    my heart throbs like a harp for Moab
    and my soul for Kir-hareseth.

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