H8105–שֶׁ֫מֶר–she.mer

For a cup `is' in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

שְׁ֭מָרֶיהָ (שְׁ֭מָרֶי) She.ma.rei. “dregs”

And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.

שְׁמָרִ֑ים she.ma.Rim “old wine<s>”שְׁמָרִ֖ים she.ma.Rim “old wine<s>”

Secure is Moab from his youth, And at rest `is' he for his preserved things, And he hath not been emptied out from vessel unto vessel, And into captivity he hath not gone, Therefore hath his taste remained in him, And his fragrance hath not been changed.

שְׁמָרָ֔יו (שְׁמָרָ֔י) she.ma.Ra “lees”

And it hath come to pass, at that time, I search Jerusalem with lights, And I have laid a charge on the men Who are hardened on their preserved things, Who are saying in their heart: Jehovah doth no good, nor doth He evil.

שִׁמְרֵיהֶ֔ם (שִׁמְרֵי) shim.rei. “lees”