¹¹ All your pomp has been brought down to the grave,^(A)
    along with the noise of your harps;^(B)
maggots are spread out beneath you
    and worms^(C) cover you.^(D)

¹⁶ “Take up a harp, walk through the city,
    you forgotten prostitute;^(A)
play the harp well, sing many a song,
    so that you will be remembered.”

¹⁰ The hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain;^(A)
    but Moab^(B) will be trampled in their land
    as straw is trampled down in the manure.

²² The music of harpists and musicians, pipers and trumpeters,
    will never be heard in you again.^(A)
No worker of any trade
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of a millstone
    will never be heard in you again.^(B)