- published: 19 Mar 2015
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Moab (/ˈmoʊæb/; Moabite: 𐤌𐤀𐤁 Mʾb; Hebrew: מוֹאָב, Modern Mo'av Tiberian Môʼāḇ ; "seed of father"; Greek Μωάβ Mōav; Assyrian Mu'aba, Ma'ba, Ma'ab ; Egyptian Mu'ab) is the historical name for a mountainous strip of land in Jordan. The land lies alongside much of the eastern shore of the Dead Sea. The existence of the Kingdom of Moab is attested to by numerous archeological findings, most notably the Mesha Stele, which describes the Moabite victory over an unnamed son of King Omri of Israel. The Moabite capital was Dibon. In Biblical times, the nation was often in conflict with its Israelite neighbours to the west.
Moab occupied a plateau about 3,000 feet (910 m) above the level of the Mediterranean, or 4,300 feet (1,300 m) above the Dead Sea, and rising gradually from north to south.
It was bounded on the west by the Dead Sea and the southern section of the Jordan River; on the east by Ammon and the Arabian desert, from which it was separated by low, rolling hills; and on the south by Edom. The northern boundary varied, but in general it may be said to have been represented by a line drawn some miles above the northern extremity of the Dead Sea.
RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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Mazaj 95.3 FM | World Middle East | Jordan |
Beat FM (JO) | Pop | Jordan |
Sawt el Ghad Amman | World Middle East | Jordan |
Halimiat | World Middle East | Jordan |
I used up your compassion, so I come to make a trade
You can ?leave/hate? me but just love me in return
And if I know where to find you, I'll stay out of your way
I won't come beg to borrow all the happiness you earned
I'll just slide back down to the bottom
While you make your place in the hills
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the black tar, gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
¡Claro qué sí!
They say the sun won't burn forever but that's a science to exact
I can prove it, watch, we're crossing the state line
See those headlights coming towards us? That's someone going back
To a town they said they'd never, yeah, they swore it on their life
But you can't break out of a circle
That you never knew you were in
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the black tar, gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Some will spend their precious time
Trying to decorate their lives
Taking measurements for some new look they want
So from one to ten, ten's exactly what I am
Zero being everything I'm not
Tell me what you like
Is it less than five
Is it less than five
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
When I make it to Moab I'll get my canteen filled
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the black tar, gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal