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15 The burden of Moab.
For in the night that Ar is devastated,
    Moab is ruined;
for in the night that Kir is devastated,
    Moab is ruined.
He has gone up to the shrine, to Dibon,
    to the high places to weep.
Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba.
Every head is bald, every beard shaven.
In their streets they wear sackcloth.
On their housetops and in their plazas,
    everyone wails, weeping profusely.

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