16:9 So I weep along with Jazer
over the vines of Sibmah.
I will saturate you
for the conquering invaders shout triumphantly
over your fruit and crops.
16:10 Joy and happiness disappear from the orchards,
and in the vineyards no one rejoices or shouts;
no one treads out juice in the wine vats
I have brought the joyful shouts to an end.
16:11 So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp,
my inner being sighs
16:12 When the Moabites plead with all their might at their high places,
and enter their temples to pray, their prayers will be ineffective!