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36 Like the somber sound of a flute, my heart mourns for Moab. My heart mourns for the men of Kir-heres, for everything they had is gone.

37 For every head is shaved, and every beard is cut short;
    every hand is cut, and every waist is wrapped in sackcloth.

38 Eternal One: On every rooftop in Moab and on every street corner,
        there is nothing but mourning
    Because I have smashed Moab like a jar that no one wants.

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36 “So my heart laments(A) for Moab like the music of a pipe;
    it laments like a pipe for the people of Kir Hareseth.(B)
    The wealth they acquired(C) is gone.
37 Every head is shaved(D)
    and every beard(E) cut off;
every hand is slashed
    and every waist is covered with sackcloth.(F)
38 On all the roofs in Moab
    and in the public squares(G)
there is nothing but mourning,
    for I have broken Moab
    like a jar(H) that no one wants,”
declares the Lord.

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