33 La joie et l'allégresse ont disparu des campagnes Et du pays de Moab; J'ai fait tarir le vin dans les lsges; On ne foule plus gaîment au pressoir; Il y a des cris de guerre, et non des cris de joie.
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Joy and gladness are gone from the orchards and fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy. Although there are shouts, they are not shouts of joy.