³² I weep for you, as Jazer^(A) weeps,
    you vines of Sibmah.^(B)
Your branches spread as far as the sea^[a];
    they reached as far as^[b] Jazer.
The destroyer has fallen
    on your ripened fruit and grapes.

³³ Joy and gladness are gone
    from the orchards and fields of Moab.
I have stopped the flow of wine^(A) from the presses;
    no one treads them with shouts of joy.^(B)
Although there are shouts,
    they are not shouts of joy.