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Howl, O Heshbon, for Ai is laid waste: cry, ye daughters of Rabbah, gird you with sackcloth; lament, and run to and fro by the hedges; for their king shall go into captivity, and his priests and his princes together.

Verse ConceptsAi, The CitySackcloth And AshesAfflictions Of The WickedExiled Foreigners