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Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer
    for the vine of Sibmah;
I drench you with my tears,
    O Heshbon and Ele-a′leh;
for upon your fruit and your harvest
    the battle shout has fallen.
10 And joy and gladness are taken away
    from the fruitful field;
and in the vineyards no songs are sung,
    no shouts are raised;
no treader treads out wine in the presses;
    the vintage shout is hushed.[a]
11 Therefore my soul moans like a lyre for Moab,
    and my heart for Kir-he′res.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 16:10 Gk: Heb I have hushed