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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.
12 When the Moabites approach
    and exhaust themselves on the high places,
they will flock to their sanctuaries to pray,
    but it will avail them nothing.

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10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;(A)
    no one sings or shouts(B) in the vineyards;
no one treads(C) out wine at the presses,(D)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
11 My heart laments for Moab(E) like a harp,(F)
    my inmost being(G) for Kir Hareseth.
12 When Moab appears at her high place,(H)
    she only wears herself out;
when she goes to her shrine(I) to pray,
    it is to no avail.(J)

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