Isaiah 16:6–11

⁶We have heard all about Moab’s pride.

We have heard how very proud they are.

They think they are so much better than others.

They brag about themselves.

But all of their bragging is nothing but empty words.

⁷So the people of Moab cry out.

All of them cry over their country.

Sing a song of sadness.

Sob over the men of Kir Hareseth.

⁸The vineyards of Heshbon dry up.

So do the vines of Sibmah.

The rulers of the nations

have walked all over its finest vines.

Those vines once reached as far as Jazer.

They spread out toward the desert.

Their new growth went

all the way to the Dead Sea.

⁹Jazer sobs over the vines of Sibmah.

And so do I.

Heshbon and Elealeh,

I soak you with my tears!

There isn’t any ripe fruit for people to shout about.

There isn’t any harvest to make them happy.

¹⁰Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards.

No one sings or shouts in the vineyards.

No one stomps on grapes at the winepresses.

That’s because the Lord has put an end to the shouting.

¹¹My heart sobs over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp.

Deep down inside me I sob over Kir Hareseth.