So I weep,1 as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. O Heshbon, O Elealeh,2 I drench you with tears!3 The shouts of joy4 over your ripened fruit and over your harvests5 have been stilled.
Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;6 no one sings or shouts7 in the vineyards; no one treads8 out wine at the presses,9 for I have put an end to the shouting.
My heart laments for Moab10 like a harp,11 my inmost being12 for Kir Hareseth.
When Moab appears at her high place,13 she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine14 to pray, it is to no avail.1513
This is the word the LORD has already spoken concerning Moab.
But now the LORD says: "Within three years,16 as a servant bound by contract17 would count them,18 Moab's splendor and all her many people will be despised,19 and her survivors will be very few and feeble."20