32 lines
1.4 KiB
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32 lines
1.4 KiB
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# Chapter 15
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1 This message came to me concerning Moab:
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In one night the town of Ar will be leveled,
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and the city of Kir will be destroyed.
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2 Your people will go to their temple in Dibon to mourn.
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They will go to their sacred shrines to weep.
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They will wail for the fate of Nebo and Medeba,
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shaving their heads in sorrow and cutting off their beards.
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3 They will wear burlap as they wander the streets.
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From every home and public square will come the sound of wailing.
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4 The people of Heshbon and Elealeh will cry out;
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their voices will be heard as far away as Jahaz!
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The bravest warriors of Moab will cry out in utter terror.
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They will be helpless with fear.
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5 My heart weeps for Moab.
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Its people flee to Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah.
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Weeping, they climb the road to Luhith.
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Their cries of distress can be heard all along the road to Horonaim.
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6 Even the waters of Nimrim are dried up!
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The grassy banks are scorched.
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The tender plants are gone;
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nothing green remains.
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7 The people grab their possessions
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and carry them across the Ravine of Willows.
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8 A cry of distress echoes through the land of Moab
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from one end to the other—
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from Eglaim to Beer-elim.
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9 The stream near Dibon runs red with blood,
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but I am still not finished with Dibon!
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Lions will hunt down the survivors—
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both those who try to escape
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and those who remain behind. |