10. Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;no one sings or shouts in the vineyards;no one treads out wine at the presses,for I have put an end to the shouting.
11. My heart laments for Moab like a harp,my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.
12. When Moab appears at her high place,she only wears herself out;when she goes to her shrine to pray,it is to no avail.
13. This is the word the Lord has already spoken concerning Moab.
14. But now the Lord says: ‘Within three years, as a servant bound by contract would count them, Moab’s splendour and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble.’