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(C) and spread to the desert. Their shoots spread out and reached the Dead Sea.(D)
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(a) over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Joy and rejoicing(E) have been removed from the orchard; no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards.(F) No one tramples grapes(b) in the winepresses. I have put an end to the shouting.