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¶ For the waters of Nimrim have run out: for the grass of the courtyard is withered away, the herb fails, there is no green thing.

Therefore that which each one has laid up and their riches they shall carry away to the brook of the willows.

For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim and the clamour thereof unto Beerelim.

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The waters of Nimrim are dried up(A)
    and the grass is withered;(B)
the vegetation is gone(C)
    and nothing green is left.(D)
So the wealth they have acquired(E) and stored up
    they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.
Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab;
    their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim,
    their lamentation as far as Beer(F) Elim.

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