I know her insolence but it is futile," declares the LORD, "and her boasts1 accomplish nothing.
Therefore I wail2 over Moab, for all Moab I cry out, I moan for the men of Kir Hareseth.332
I weep for you, as Jazer4 weeps, O vines of Sibmah.5 Your branches spread as far as the sea; they reached as far as the sea of Jazer. The destroyer has fallen on your ripened fruit and grapes.
Joy and gladness are gone from the orchards and fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine6 from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy.7 Although there are shouts, they are not shouts of joy.
"The sound of their cry rises from Heshbon8 to Elealeh9 and Jahaz,10 from Zoar11 as far as Horonaim12 and Eglath Shelishiyah, for even the waters of Nimrim are dried up.1335
In Moab I will put an end to those who make offerings on the high places14 and burn incense15 to their gods," declares the LORD.
"So my heart laments16 for Moab like a flute; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir Hareseth.17 The wealth they acquired18 is gone.
Every head is shaved19 and every beard20 cut off; every hand is slashed and every waist is covered with sackcloth.2138
On all the roofs in Moab and in the public squares22 there is nothing but mourning, for I have broken Moab like a jar23 that no one wants," declares the LORD.
"How shattered24 she is! How they wail! How Moab turns her back in shame! Moab has become an object of ridicule,25 an object of horror to all those around her."
This is what the LORD says: "Look! An eagle is swooping26 down, spreading its wings27 over Moab.