³²             I’ll weep for you, vine of Sibmah,
                more than I would for Jazer.
Though your branches extended to the sea
    and reached the coast of Jazer,
        now the destroyer has come
            to harvest your grapes and summer fruits.
³³ Joy and gladness have been taken
    from the orchards and farms of Moab.
    I have stopped making wine in the presses.
    No one shouts with joy
        while treading the grapes.
Though there are shouts,
    they are not shouts of joy!^[a]
34 Screams are heard from Heshbon
    to Elealeh and Jahaz;
        their cries resound from Zoar
        to Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah.
Even the waters of Nimrim are dried up.