⁶ We have heard of Moab’s pride^(A)—
how very proud he is—
his haughtiness, his pride, his arrogance,
and his empty boasting.
⁷ Therefore let Moab wail;
let every one of them wail for Moab.
Mourn, you who are completely devastated,
for the raisin cakes^(B) of Kir-hareseth.^(C)
8 For Heshbon’s terraced vineyards
and the grapevines of Sibmah have withered.
The rulers of the nations
have trampled its choice vines
that reached as far as Jazer^(D)
and spread to the desert.
Their shoots spread out
and reached the Dead Sea.^(E)
9 So I join with Jazer
to weep for the vines of Sibmah;
I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears.
Triumphant shouts have fallen silent^[a]
over your summer fruit and your harvest.
¹⁰ Joy and rejoicing^(F) have been removed from the orchard;
no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards.^(G)
No one tramples grapes^[b] in the winepresses.
I have put an end to the shouting.
¹¹ Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab,^(H)
as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.