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“My heart shall cry for Moab. Its fugitives shall flee to Zoar, as a heifer of three years old. For they shall go up with weeping by the mounting up of Luhith. And by the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.

“For the waters of Nimrim shall be dried up. Therefore, the grass is withered, the herbs consumed. There was no green herb.

“Therefore, what has been left, and their substance, they shall bear to the brook of the willows.

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