“We’ve all heard of Moab’s pride,that legendary pride,The strutting, bullying, puffed-up pride,the insufferable arrogance.I know”—God’s Decree—“his rooster-crowing pride,the inflated claims, the sheer nothingness of Moab.But I will weep for Moab,yes, I will mourn for the people of Moab.I will even mourn for the people of Kir-heres.I’ll weep for the grapevines of Sibmahand join Jazer in her weeping—Grapevines that once reached the Dead Seawith tendrils as far as Jazer.Your summer fruit and your bursting grapeswill be looted by brutal plunderers,Lush Moab strippedof song and laughter.And yes, I’ll shut down the winepresses,stop all the shouts and hurrahs of harvest.