| Chapter 15 |
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The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. |
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They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep: Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off. |
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In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, everyone wails, weeping abundantly. |
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Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even to Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembles within him. |
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My heart cries out for Moab; her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction. |
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For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing. |
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Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows. |
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For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the wailing of it to Eglaim, and the wailing of it to Beer-elim. |
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For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on them of Moab that escape, and on the remnant of the land. |
