⁹ “Therefore I weep with the tears of Jazer
    for the vines of Sibmah.
I drench you with my tears,
    O Heshbon and Elealeh—
for the shouts of joy over your summer fruit
    and your grain harvest have ended.
¹⁰ Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards,
    in the vineyards people will sing no songs,^[a]
and^[b] no cheers are raised.
    No vintner^[c] treads out wine in the presses,
        because I’ve put an end to the shouting.
¹¹ Therefore my insides^[d] moan like a lyre for Moab,
    and my innermost being^[e] for Kir-hareseth.