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Moab (/ˈmoʊæb/; Moabite: 𐤌𐤀𐤁 mʾb; Arabic مؤاب muʾāb; Hebrew: מוֹאָב, Modern mo'av, Tiberian mōʾāḇ ; "seed of father"; Greek Μωάβ Mōáb; 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 archaeological 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. According to the Hebrew Bible, Moab was often in conflict with its Israelite neighbours to the west.
The Moabites likely settled in the Transjordanian highlands. Whether they were among the nations referred to in the Ancient Egyptian language as Shutu or Shasu is a matter of some debate among scholars.
Despite a scarcity of archaeological evidence, the existence of Moab prior to the rise of the Israelite state has been deduced from a colossal statue erected at Luxor by Pharaoh Ramesses II, in the 13th century BCE, which lists Mu'ab among a series of nations conquered during a campaign.
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