⁹ So I weep,^(A) as Jazer weeps,
    for the vines of Sibmah.
Heshbon and Elealeh,^(B)
    I drench you with tears!^(C)
The shouts of joy^(D) over your ripened fruit
    and over your harvests^(E) have been stilled.
¹⁰ Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;^(F)
    no one sings or shouts^(G) in the vineyards;
no one treads^(H) out wine at the presses,^(I)
    for I have put an end to the shouting.
¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(J) like a harp,^(K)
    my inmost being^(L) for Kir Hareseth.