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"Therefore behold, the days are coming," says the Lord, "That I shall send him wine-workers Who will tip him over And empty his vessels And break the bottles.
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Moab shall be ashamed of Chemosh, As the house of Israel was ashamed of Bethel, their confidence.
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"How can you say, 'We are mighty And strong men for the war'?
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Moab is plundered and gone up from her cities; Her chosen young men have gone down to the slaughter," says the King, Whose name is the Lord of hosts.
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"The calamity of Moab is near at hand, And his affliction comes quickly.
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Bemoan him, all you who are around him; And all you who know his name, Say, 'How the strong staff is broken, The beautiful rod!'
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"O daughter inhabiting Dibon, Come down from your glory, And sit in thirst; For the plunderer of Moab has come against you, He has destroyed your strongholds.
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O inhabitant of Aroer, Stand by the way and watch; Ask him who flees And her who escapes; Say, 'What has happened?'
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Moab is shamed, for he is broken down. Wail and cry! Tell it in Arnon, that Moab is plundered.
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"And judgment has come on the plain country: On Holon and Jahzah and Mephaath,
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On Dibon and Nebo and Beth Diblathaim,
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On Kirjathaim and Beth Gamul and Beth Meon,
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On Kerioth and Bozrah, On all the cities of the land of Moab, Far or near.
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The horn of Moab is cut off, And his arm is broken," says the Lord.
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"Make him drunk, Because he exalted himself against the Lord. Moab shall wallow in his vomit, And he shall also be in derision.
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For was not Israel a derision to you? Was he found among thieves? For whenever you speak of him, You shake your head in scorn.
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You who dwell in Moab, Leave the cities and dwell in the rock, And be like the dove which makes her nest In the sides of the cave's mouth.
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"We have heard the pride of Moab (He is exceedingly proud), Of his loftiness and arrogance and pride, And of the haughtiness of his heart."
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"I know his wrath," says the Lord, "But it is not right; His lies have made nothing right.
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Therefore I will wail for Moab, And I will cry out for all Moab; I will mourn for the men of Kir Heres.
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O vine of Sibmah! I will weep for you with the weeping of Jazer. Your plants have gone over the sea, They reach to the sea of Jazer. The plunderer has fallen on your summer fruit and your vintage.