Joy and gladness are gone from the orchards and fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine1 from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy.2 Although there are shouts, they are not shouts of joy.
"The sound of their cry rises from Heshbon3 to Elealeh4 and Jahaz,5 from Zoar6 as far as Horonaim7 and Eglath Shelishiyah, for even the waters of Nimrim are dried up.835
In Moab I will put an end to those who make offerings on the high places9 and burn incense10 to their gods," declares the LORD.
"So my heart laments11 for Moab like a flute; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir Hareseth.12 The wealth they acquired13 is gone.
Every head is shaved14 and every beard15 cut off; every hand is slashed and every waist is covered with sackcloth.1638
On all the roofs in Moab and in the public squares17 there is nothing but mourning, for I have broken Moab like a jar18 that no one wants," declares the LORD.
"How shattered19 she is! How they wail! How Moab turns her back in shame! Moab has become an object of ridicule,20 an object of horror to all those around her."
This is what the LORD says: "Look! An eagle is swooping21 down, spreading its wings22 over Moab.
Keriotha23 will be captured and the strongholds taken. In that day the hearts of Moab's warriors24 will be like the heart of a woman in labor.2542
Moab will be destroyed26 as a nation27 because she defied28 the LORD.
Terror29 and pit and snare30 await you, O people of Moab," declares the LORD.