33. Joy and gladness are gone from fruitful Moab.The presses yield no wine.No one treads the grapes with shouts of joy.There is shouting, yes, but not of joy.
34. “Instead, their awful cries of terror can be heard from Heshbon clear across to Elealeh and Jahaz; from Zoar all the way to Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah. Even the waters of Nimrim are dried up now.
35. “I will put an end to Moab,” says the lord, “for the people offer sacrifices at the pagan shrines and burn incense to their false gods.
36. My heart moans like a flute for Moab and Kir-hareseth, for all their wealth has disappeared.
37. The people shave their heads and beards in mourning. They slash their hands and put on clothes made of burlap.
38. There is crying and sorrow in every Moabite home and on every street. For I have smashed Moab like an old, unwanted jar.
39. How it is shattered! Hear the wailing! See the shame of Moab! It has become an object of ridicule, an example of ruin to all its neighbors.”
40. This is what the lord says:“Look! The enemy swoops down like an eagle,spreading his wings over Moab.