Isaiah 16:8-14 ▼

8 The terraced slopes of Heshbon languish, the vines of Sibmah, Whose clusters once overpowered the lords of nations, Reaching as far as Jazer winding through the wilderness, Whose branches spread forth, crossing over the sea.

9 Therefore I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh; For on your summer fruits and harvests the battle cry has fallen.

10 From the orchards are taken away joy and gladness, In the vineyards there is no singing, no shout of joy; In the wine presses no one treads grapes, the vintage shout is stilled.

11 Therefore for Moab my heart moans like a lyre, my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.

12 When Moab wears himself out on the high places, and enters his sanctuary to pray, it shall avail him nothing.

13 That is the word the LORD spoke against Moab in times past.

14 But now the LORD speaks: In three years, like the years of a hired laborer, the glory of Moab shall be empty despite all its great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and weak.