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10 What joy these fields and orchards brought, what pleasure and delight,
    with their beauty, with their bounty.
But no more cheerful shouts accompany the harvest of the vineyards.
    No one is left to press the grapes into wine.
I have silenced all your joyous shouting.
11 My heart hums like a harp with grief for you, Moab.
    I ache with soul-sadness for Kir-hareseth.

12 When the people of Moab present themselves to their gods, when they weary themselves with frequent journeys to their high places, when they enter their sanctuary to pray, then they will find none of their gods are able to help them.

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10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;(A)
    no one sings or shouts(B) in the vineyards;
no one treads(C) out wine at the presses,(D)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
11 My heart laments for Moab(E) like a harp,(F)
    my inmost being(G) for Kir Hareseth.
12 When Moab appears at her high place,(H)
    she only wears herself out;
when she goes to her shrine(I) to pray,
    it is to no avail.(J)

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