H owl, O Heshbon, for Ai is spoiled; cry, ye daughters of Rabbah, gird yourselves 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.
“Lamente-se, ó Hesbom, pois Ai está destruída! Gritem, ó moradores de Rabá! Ponham veste de lamento e chorem! Corram para onde der, pois Moloque irá para o exílio com os seus sacerdotes e os seus oficiais.
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