For the cry has gone around the border of Moab, its howling even to Eglaim; yea, its howling even to Beer-elim.

In that day there shall be an altar to Jehovah in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a pillar at its border to Jehovah.

When he has made the face of it level, does he not cast out the dill and scatter the cummin, and throw in the choice wheat and the chosen barley and the spelt in its border?