Isaiah 16:6-12

We have heard about Moab’s pride. How haughty she is—filled with arrogance and insolence, with nothing more than empty boasts! So now Moab will wail; everyone will wail over the ruin of their country. Lament and grieve for the foundations of Kir-Hareseth. All the lush fields of Heshbon are dried up. The vineyards of Sibmah have struck down the lords of nations, whose vines reached northward to Jazer and spread to the desert. Their shoots spread out and extend across the Dead Sea. So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah. I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, for the shouts of joy over the harvest of fruit and grain have ceased. Joyful celebrations are stilled in the orchards; in the vineyards, no one sings or shouts, and no one treads out wine in the presses. I have silenced your gleeful shouts. Like harp strings, my heartstrings throb for Moab, and my inner being sighs for your broken walls, Kir-Hareseth. When Moab comes to their high places to plead with all their might and enter their temples to pray, it will have no effect.