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In the streets they wear sackcloth;
on their roofs and in their squares,
everyone howls and weeps profusely.
Heshbon and El‘aleh cry out,
they are heard as far as Yachatz.
Mo’av’s best troops cry aloud,
as their courage faints away.
My heart cries out for Mo’av!
Its fugitives flee to Tzo‘ar,
a calf three years old.
They ascend the slope of Luchit,
weeping as they go;
on their way to Horonayim,
they utter heartrending cries.

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In the streets they wear sackcloth;(A)
    on the roofs(B) and in the public squares(C)
they all wail,(D)
    prostrate with weeping.(E)
Heshbon(F) and Elealeh(G) cry out,
    their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz.(H)
Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out,
    and their hearts are faint.

My heart cries out(I) over Moab;(J)
    her fugitives(K) flee as far as Zoar,(L)
    as far as Eglath Shelishiyah.
They go up the hill to Luhith,
    weeping as they go;
on the road to Horonaim(M)
    they lament their destruction.(N)

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