The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.
Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in th
For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled it
The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.
Do not rejoice, O Israel, with exultation like the nations, for you have played the harlot against your God; you have ma
Stand up, you complacent women; listen to me. Give ear to my word, you overconfident daughters.