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We have heard all about Moab’s pride.
    We have heard how very proud they are.
    They think they are so much better than others.
They brag about themselves.
    But all their bragging is nothing but empty words.

So the people of Moab cry out.
    All of them cry over their country.
Sing a song of sadness.
    Weep that you can no longer enjoy the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.
The fields of Heshbon dry up.
    So do the vines of Sibmah.
The rulers of the nations
    have walked all over its finest vines.
Those vines once reached as far as Jazer.
    They spread out toward the desert.
Their new growth went
    all the way to the Dead Sea.

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We have heard of Moab’s(A) pride(B)
    how great is her arrogance!—
of her conceit, her pride and her insolence;
    but her boasts are empty.
Therefore the Moabites wail,(C)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes(D) of Kir Hareseth.(E)
The fields of Heshbon(F) wither,(G)
    the vines of Sibmah(H) also.
The rulers of the nations
    have trampled down the choicest vines,(I)
which once reached Jazer(J)
    and spread toward the desert.
Their shoots spread out(K)
    and went as far as the sea.[a](L)

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 16:8 Probably the Dead Sea