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The waters of Nimrim are dried up(A)
    and the grass is withered;(B)
the vegetation is gone(C)
    and nothing green is left.(D)

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For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.

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For the (A)waters of Nimrim are [a]desolate.
Surely the grass is withered, the tender grass [b]died out,
There is (B)no green thing.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 15:6 Lit desolations
  2. Isaiah 15:6 Lit come to an end


For the waters of Nimrim are desolate.
Indeed the grass is withered, the new growth dies;
There is no green thing.

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5-9 Oh, how I grieve for Moab!
    Refugees stream to Zoar
    and then on to Eglath-shelishiyah.
Up the slopes of Luhith they weep;
    on the road to Horonaim they cry their loss.
The springs of Nimrim are dried up—
    grass brown, buds stunted, nothing grows.
They leave, carrying all their possessions
    on their backs, everything they own,
Making their way as best they can
    across Willow Creek to safety.
Poignant cries reverberate
    all through Moab,
Gut-wrenching sobs as far as Eglaim,
    heart-racking sobs all the way to Beer-elim.
The banks of the Dibon crest with blood,
    but God has worse in store for Dibon:
A lion—a lion to finish off the fugitives,
    to clean up whoever’s left in the land.

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