The fields of Heshbon1 wither,2 the vines of Sibmah3 also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines,4 which once reached Jazer5 and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out6 and went as far as the sea.79
So I weep,8 as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. O Heshbon, O Elealeh,9 I drench you with tears!10 The shouts of joy11 over your ripened fruit and over your harvests12 have been stilled.
Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;13 no one sings or shouts14 in the vineyards; no one treads15 out wine at the presses,16 for I have put an end to the shouting.