⁷ Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.

¹⁰ And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

⁸ Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations did beat her choice vines, Unto Jazer they have come, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a sea.

¹⁰ Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.

¹¹ Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.

¹² The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.

⁹ Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear `to' my saying,

¹⁰ Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.

¹¹ Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,

¹² For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.

¹³ Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,

¹ `Rejoice not, O Israel, be not joyful like the peoples, For thou hast gone a-whoring from thy God, Thou hast loved a gift near all floors of corn.

² Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,