The Passion Translation
9 So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah.
I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh,[a]
for the shouts of joy over the harvest
of fruit and grain have ceased.
10 Joyful celebrations are stilled in the orchards;
in the vineyards, no one sings or shouts,
and no one treads out wine in the presses.
I have silenced your gleeful shouts.
11 Like harp strings, my heartstrings throb for Moab,[b]
and my inner being sighs for your broken walls, Kir-Hareseth.[c]