For the waters (A)of Nimrim will be desolate,
For the green grass has withered away;
The grass fails, there is nothing green.
Therefore the abundance they have gained,
And what they have laid up,
They will carry away to the Brook of the Willows.
For the cry has gone all around the borders of Moab,
Its wailing to Eglaim
And its wailing to Beer Elim.

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The waters of Nimrim are dried up(A)
    and the grass is withered;(B)
the vegetation is gone(C)
    and nothing green is left.(D)
So the wealth they have acquired(E) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.
Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab;
    their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim,
    their lamentation as far as Beer(F) Elim.

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