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.

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Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine;(A)
wail because of the new wine,
    for it has been snatched(B) from your lips.

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