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.
My heart laments for Moab17 like a harp,18 my inmost being19 for Kir Hareseth.
When Moab appears at her high place,20 she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine21 to pray, it is to no avail.2213
This is the word the LORD has already spoken concerning Moab.
But now the LORD says: "Within three years,23 as a servant bound by contract24 would count them,25 Moab's splendor and all her many people will be despised,26 and her survivors will be very few and feeble."27