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Daughter Dibon has gone up
    to the high places to weep;
Over Nebo and over Medeba
    Moab is wailing.
Every head is shaved,
    every beard sheared off.[a](A)
In the streets they wear sackcloth,
    and on the rooftops;
In the squares
    everyone wails, streaming with tears.(B)
Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,
    they are heard as far as Jahaz.
At this the loins of Moab tremble,
    his soul quivers within him;(C)
My heart cries out for Moab,
    his fugitives reach Zoar,
    Eglath-shelishiyah:
The ascent of Luhith
    they ascend weeping;
On the way to Horonaim
    they utter rending cries;(D)

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Footnotes

  1. 15:2 Shaved…sheared off: traditional signs of grief.