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.
Therefore the Moabites wail,(C)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes(D) of Kir Hareseth.(E)
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)
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)

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 16:8 Probably the Dead Sea