Isaiah 16:6-14

We have heard of Moab’s pride   — how very proud he is — his haughtiness, his pride, his arrogance, and his empty boasting. Therefore let Moab wail; let every one of them wail for Moab. You who are completely devastated, mourn for the raisin cakes  of Kir-hareseth.  For Heshbon’s terraced vineyards and the grapevines of Sibmah have withered. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choice vines that reached as far as Jazer  and spread to the desert. Their shoots spread out and reached the sea.  So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent  over your summer fruit and your harvest. Joy and rejoicing  have been removed from the orchard; no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards.  No one tramples grapes  in the winepresses. I have put an end to the shouting. Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab,  as does my innermost being for Kir-heres. When Moab appears and tires himself out on the high place  and comes to his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.  This is the message that the LORD previously announced about Moab. And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts years,  Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, in spite of a very large population. And those who are left will be few and weak.”