Gladness and celebration are taken from the fertile field and from the land of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the winepresses; no one will tread with shouts of joy. The shouting is not a shout of joy.

肥田和摩押地的欢喜快乐都被夺去；我使酒榨的酒绝流，无人踹酒欢呼；那欢呼却变为仇敌的呐喊。

肥田和摩押地的欢喜快乐都被夺去，我使酒池不再流出酒来，无人踹酒欢呼；呼喊的声音不再是欢呼。

肥田和摩押地的欢喜快乐都被夺去，我使酒池不再流出酒来，无人踹酒欢呼；呼喊的声音不再是欢呼。

摩押的沃土上再没有欢喜快乐的声音。我使榨酒池不出酒，再没有踩踏葡萄的欢呼声，欢呼被呐喊取代。

摩押肥沃的土地上不再有欢喜和快乐；我使榨酒池不再流出酒；再没有人欢呼踹酒；有人呼喊，却不是踹酒的欢呼声。

肥田和摩押地的歡喜快樂都被奪去；我使酒醡的酒絕流，無人踹酒歡呼；那歡呼卻變為仇敵的吶喊。

肥田和摩押地的歡喜快樂都被奪去，我使酒池不再流出酒來，無人踹酒歡呼；呼喊的聲音不再是歡呼。

肥田和摩押地的歡喜快樂都被奪去，我使酒池不再流出酒來，無人踹酒歡呼；呼喊的聲音不再是歡呼。

摩押的沃土上再沒有歡喜快樂的聲音。我使榨酒池不出酒，再沒有踩踏葡萄的歡呼聲，歡呼被呐喊取代。

摩押肥沃的土地上不再有歡喜和快樂；我使榨酒池不再流出酒；再沒有人歡呼踹酒；有人呼喊，卻不是踹酒的歡呼聲。

歡喜快樂都從摩押之肥地上被收拾了去；我使酒止息不流入酒池；沒有踹酒的在踹酒；那高喊聲並不是踹酒的高喊聲啊。

歡欣喜樂、絕於沃壤、及摩押地、我使酒絕於醡、無人踐之而懽呼、其懽呼、不為懽呼矣、

昔在摩押良田、人咸欣喜、維踐酒醡、人常懽呼、今酒已竭、欣喜懽呼之聲、俱不復聞、

在良田、良田或作迦密在摩押地、無復欣喜歡樂、我使壓酒處無酒、不復踐葡萄而歡呼、雖聞號呼之聲、非歡呼之聲、乃戰爭之聲、

Joy and gladness are gone from the orchards and fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy. Although there are shouts, they are not shouts of joy.

Joy has left your orchards. Gladness is gone from your fields. I have stopped the flow of juice from your winepresses. No one stomps on your grapes with shouts of joy. There are shouts. But they are not shouts of joy.

Gladness and joy have been taken away from the fruitful land of Moab; I have made the wine cease from the winepresses; no one treads them with shouts of joy; the shouting is not the shout of joy.

Joy and gladness are gone from fruitful Moab. The presses yield no wine. No one treads the grapes with shouts of joy. There is shouting, yes, but not of joy.

So joy and rejoicing are removed From the fruitful field, and from the land of Moab. And I have eliminated the wine from the wine presses; No one will tread them with shouting, The shouting will not be shouts of joy.

Joy and gladness are taken From the plentiful field And from the land of Moab; I have caused wine to fail from the winepresses; No one will tread with joyous shouting— Not joyous shouting!

And gladness and joy is taken away from the fruitful field and from the land of Moab; and I have caused wine to cease from the winepresses: none shall tread with shouting; the shouting shall be no shouting.

Joy and celebration are taken from the fertile field and from the land of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the winepresses; no one will tread with shouts of joy. The shouting is not a shout of joy.

And joy and gladness is taken from the plentiful field, and from the land of Moab; and I have caused wine to fail from the winepresses: none shall tread with shouting;[ their] shouting[ shall be] no shouting.

Joy and gladness will disappear from the fruitful land of Moab. I will stop the flow of wine from the winepresses. No one will stomp on the grapes there and shout for joy. The shouts there will be shouts of soldiers, not the shouts of those making wine.

Gladness and joy is taken away from the fruitful field and from the land of Moab. I have caused wine to cease from the wine presses. No one will tread with shouting. The shouting will be no shouting.

For a ten-acre vineyard will yield only six gallons of wine, and ten bushels of seed will yield only one bushel of grain.

what state were you in? When someone came to a grain heap of twenty measures, it only amounted to ten; when one came to the winepress to dip fifty measures from the vat, it only amounted to twenty.

Hasn’t the food been cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the sweet wine, for it has been taken from your mouth.

And on that day every place where there were a thousand vines, worth a thousand pieces of silver, will become thorns and briers.

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 over your summer fruit and your harvest.Joy and rejoicing have been removed from the orchard; no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards. No one tramples grapes in the winepresses. I have put an end to the shouting.

You have enlarged the nation and increased its joy. The people have rejoiced before you as they rejoice at harvest time and as they rejoice when dividing spoils.

The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.The joyful tambourines have ceased. The noise of the jubilant has stopped. The joyful lyre has ceased.They no longer sing and drink wine; beer is bitter to those who drink it.The city of chaos is shattered; every house is closed to entry.In the streets they cry for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.Only desolation remains in the city; its gate has collapsed in ruins.

Stand up, you complacent women; listen to me. Pay attention to what I say, you overconfident daughters.In a little more than a year you overconfident ones will shudder, for the grapes will fail and the harvest will not come.Shudder, you complacent ones; tremble, you overconfident ones! Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around your waists.Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,for the ground of my people growing thorns and briers, indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.For the palace will be deserted, the busy city abandoned. The hill and the watchtower will become barren places forever, the joy of wild donkeys, and a pasture for flocks,

I am going to send for all the families of the north’— this is the LORD’s declaration—‘ and send for my servant Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, and I will bring them against this land, against its residents, and against all these surrounding nations, and I will completely destroy them and make them an example of horror and scorn, and ruins forever.I will eliminate the sound of joy and gladness from them— the voice of the groom and the bride, the sound of the millstones and the light of the lamp.

The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, the date palm, and the apple— all the trees of the orchard— have withered. Indeed, human joy has dried up.Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.

The sound of harpists, musicians, flutists, and trumpeters will never be heard in you again; no craftsman of any trade will ever be found in you again; the sound of a mill will never be heard in you again;the light of a lamp will never shine in you again; and the voice of a groom and bride will never be heard in you again. All this will happen because your merchants were the nobility of the earth, because all the nations were deceived by your sorcery.