10. Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.
11. My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.
12. When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.