¹⁰ Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;^(A)
    no one sings or shouts^(B) in the vineyards;
no one treads^(C) out wine at the presses,^(D)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(E) like a harp,^(F)
    my inmost being^(G) for Kir Hareseth.
¹² When Moab appears at her high place,^(H)
    she only wears herself out;
when she goes to her shrine^(I) to pray,
    it is to no avail.^(J)