6 We have heard of the pride of Moab,how very proud he is,Of his haughtiness, pride, and arrogancethat his empty words do not match.
7 Therefore let Moab wail,let everyone wail for Moab;For the raisin cakes of Kir-haresethlet them sigh, stricken with grief.
8 The terraced slopes of Heshbon languish,the vines of Sibmah,Whose clusters once overpoweredthe lords of nations,Reaching as far as Jazerwinding through the wilderness,Whose branches spread forth,crossing over the sea.
9 Therefore I weep with Jazerfor the vines of Sibmah;I drench you with my tears,Heshbon and Elealeh;For on your summer fruits and harveststhe battle cry has fallen.
10 From the orchards are taken awayjoy and gladness,In the vineyards there is no singing,no shout of joy;In the wine presses no one treads grapes,the vintage shout is stilled.
11 Therefore for Moabmy heart moans like a lyre,my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.
12 When Moab wears himself out on the high places,and enters his sanctuary to pray,it shall avail him nothing.