⁶ We have heard of Moab’s^(A) pride^(B)—
    how great is her arrogance!—
of her conceit, her pride and her insolence;
    but her boasts are empty.
⁷ Therefore the Moabites wail,^(C)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes^(D) of Kir Hareseth.^(E)
8 The fields of Heshbon^(F) wither,^(G)
    the vines of Sibmah^(H) also.
The rulers of the nations
    have trampled down the choicest vines,^(I)
which once reached Jazer^(J)
    and spread toward the desert.
Their shoots spread out^(K)
    and went as far as the sea.^[a](L)
9 So I weep,^(M) as Jazer weeps,
    for the vines of Sibmah.
Heshbon and Elealeh,^(N)
    I drench you with tears!^(O)
The shouts of joy^(P) over your ripened fruit
    and over your harvests^(Q) have been stilled.
¹⁰ Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;^(R)
    no one sings or shouts^(S) in the vineyards;
no one treads^(T) out wine at the presses,^(U)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(V) like a harp,^(W)
    my inmost being^(X) for Kir Hareseth.
¹² When Moab appears at her high place,^(Y)
    she only wears herself out;
when she goes to her shrine^(Z) to pray,
    it is to no avail.^(AA)