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16 A Refugee (to the Moabites): Bring tender lambs to the ruler of the land.
    From Sela through the desert
        to the beautiful mountain called Zion, maybe they’ll let us in.
    And indeed like birds whose homes were demolished,
        like baby birds torn from their nests,
    Moab’s daughters, scattered and fluttering, arrive at the fords,
        ready to cross the Arnon River.

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