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For the fields of Heshbon have withered,
    as well as the vine of Sibmah.
Rulers of nations have trampled the choice clusters,
    that reached as far as Jazer and into the desert,
    its branches spread out
    and crossed to the sea.
Therefore I will weep bitterly for Jazer,
    for the vine of Sibmah.
I will drench you with my tears,
    O Heshbon and Elealeh.
For on your summer and your harvest
    the battle cry has fallen.
10 Gladness and joy are taken away from the fruitful field.
In the vineyards, no singing for joy no happy shouting,
    no treading wine in the presses.
I have made the shouting stop.

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