10 Joy 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.
11 My heart sobs over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp. Deep down inside me I sob over Kir Hareseth.
12 Moab 's people go to their high place to pray. But all they do is wear themselves out. Their god Chemosh can't help them at all.
13 That's the message the Lord has already spoken about Moab.