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.

¹⁴ The elders are gone from the city gate;
    the young men have stopped their music.^(A)
15 Joy is gone from our hearts;
    our dancing has turned to mourning.^(B)