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Jazer weeps for the vines of Sibmah.
    And so do I.
Heshbon and Elealeh,
    I soak you with my tears!
There isn’t any ripe fruit for people to shout about.
    There isn’t any harvest to make them happy.
10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards.
    No one sings or shouts in the vineyards.
No one stomps on grapes at the winepresses.
    That’s because the Lord has put an end to the shouting.
11 My heart mourns over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp.
    Deep down inside me I mourn over Kir Hareseth.

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So I weep,(A) as Jazer weeps,
    for the vines of Sibmah.
Heshbon and Elealeh,(B)
    I drench you with tears!(C)
The shouts of joy(D) over your ripened fruit
    and over your harvests(E) have been stilled.
10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;(F)
    no one sings or shouts(G) in the vineyards;
no one treads(H) out wine at the presses,(I)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
11 My heart laments for Moab(J) like a harp,(K)
    my inmost being(L) for Kir Hareseth.

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