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 splendor and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble.”