<p class="poetry">I looked and saw that the fruitful land had become a desertp> <p class="poetry">and that all of the cities had been laid in ruins.p> <p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> had brought this all aboutp> <p class="poetry">because of his blazing anger.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">I brought you<n id="1" /> into a fertile landp> <p class="poetry">so you could enjoy<n id="2" /> its fruits and its rich bounty.p> <p class="poetry">But when you entered my land, you defiled it;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">you made the land I call my own<n id="4" /> loathsome to me.p>

<p class="poetry">Joy and gladness will disappearp> <p class="poetry">from the fruitful land of Moab.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I will stop the flow of wine from the winepresses.p> <p class="poetry">No one will stomp on the grapes there and shout for joy.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">The shouts there will be shouts of soldiers,p> <p class="poetry">not the shouts of those making wine.<n id="3" />p>