The new wine dries up, the vines shrivel up, all those who like to celebrate groan.

Mourn over the field, over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!

At that time every place where there had been a thousand vines worth a thousand shekels will be overrun with thorns and briers.

So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah. I will saturate you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, for the conquering invaders shout triumphantly over your fruit and crops.

For the fields of Heshbon are dried up, as well as the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations trample all over its vines, which reach Jazer and spread to the desert; their shoots spread out and cross the sea.