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I will cry for the grapevines of Sibmah
    as Jazer cries for them.
        I will drench you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh.
    The shouts of joy for your ripened fruits
    and your harvest will be silenced.
10 Joy and delight have vanished from the orchards.
    No songs are sung.
    No shouts are raised.
    No one stomps on grapes in the winepresses,
        because I have put an end to the shouts of joy.
11 That is why my heart mourns for Moab like a harp.
    My soul mourns for Kir Hareseth.

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