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

We have heard of the pride of Moab; he is very proud: even of his haughtiness, and his pride, and his wrath: but his lies shall not be so.

Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab, every one shall howl: for the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn; surely they are stricken.

For the fields of Heshbon languish, and the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the heathen have broken down the principal plants thereof, they are come even unto Jazer, they wandered through the wilderness: her branches are stretched out, they are gone over the sea.

Therefore I will bewail with the weeping of Jazer the vine of Sibmah: I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon, and Elealeh: for the shouting for thy summer fruits and for thy harvest is fallen.

10 And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.

11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

12 And it shall come to pass, when it is seen that Moab is weary on the high place, that he shall come to his sanctuary to pray; but he shall not prevail.

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