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So I will cry with much sorrow for Jazer and for the vines of Sibmah. I will make you wet with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, because there is nothing to gather from your summer fruits. 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.

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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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