27 Wasn’t Israel the butt of your jokes?Didn’t you shake your headas if they were thievescaught in the act?
28 Leave your towns, head for the cliffs,you people of Moab.Hide like a dovethat nests in the mouth of a cave.
29 We have heard of Moab’s pride:arrogant, puffed up, exalted,high and mighty, boastful!
30 I myself know about its arrogance,declares the Lord, the idle talk, the empty deeds.
31 But I’ll still wail for Moab;I’ll cry out for all Moab;I’ll sob for the people of Kir-heres.
32 I’ll weep for you, vine of Sibmah,more than I would for Jazer.Though your branches extended to the seaand reached the coast of Jazer,now the destroyer has cometo harvest your grapes and summer fruits.
33 Joy and gladness have been takenfrom the orchards and farms of Moab.I have stopped making wine in the presses.No one shouts with joywhile treading the grapes.Though there are shouts,they are not shouts of joy!