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\c 16
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\p
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\q1
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\v 1 Send rams to the ruler of the land
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\q1 from Selah in the wilderness, to the mount of the daughter of Zion.
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\q1
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\v 2 As wandering birds, as a scattered nest,
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\q1 so the women of Moab are at the fords of the Arnon River.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 3 "Give instruction, execute justice; provide some shade like night in the middle of the day;
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\q1 hide the fugitives; do not betray the fugitives.
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\q1
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\v 4 Let them live among you, the refugees from Moab;
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\q1 be a hiding place for them from the destroyer."
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\m
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\q1 For the oppression will stop, and destruction will cease,
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\q1 those who trample will disappear from the land.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 5 A throne will be established in covenant faithfulness; and one from David's tent will faithfully sit there.
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\q1 He will judge as he seeks justice and does righteousness.
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\s5
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\p
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\q1
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\v 6 We have heard of Moab's pride, his arrogance,
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\q1 his boasting, and his anger. But his boastings are empty words.
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\q1
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\v 7 So Moab wails for Moab, everyone wails.
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\q1 You mourn for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth that was completely devastated.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 8 The fields of Heshbon have dried up as well as the vines of Sibmah.
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\q1 The rulers of the nations have trampled the choice vines
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\q1 that reached to Jazer and spread into the desert.
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\q1 Its shoots spread abroad; they went over to the sea.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 9 Indeed I will weep along with Jazer for the vineyard of Sibmah.
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\q1 I will water you with my tears, Heshbon, and Elealeh.
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\q1 For on your fields of summer fruits and harvest I have ended the shouts of joy.
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\q1
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\v 10 Gladness and joy disappear from the fruit tree groves; and in your vineyards there is no singing nor
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joyful shouts.
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\q1 No treaders tread out wine in the presses; I have made the vintage shout to cease.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 11 So my heart sighs like a harp for Moab, and my inward being for Kir Hereseth.
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\q1
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\v 12 When Moab wears himself out on the high place
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\q1 and enters his temple to pray, his prayers will accomplish nothing.
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\s5
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\p
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\v 13 This is the word that Yahweh spoke concerning Moab previously.
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\v 14 Again Yahweh speaks, "Within three years, the glory of Moab will disappear; in spite of his many people, the remnant will be very few and insignificant."
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