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.

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.

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.

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.

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 ten acres of vineyard shall yield but one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield but an ephah.”

how did you fare? When one came to a heap of twenty measures, there were but ten. When one came to the wine vat to draw fifty measures, there were but twenty.

Is not the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Awake, you drunkards, and weep, and wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.

In that day every place where there used to be a thousand vines, worth a thousand shekels of silver, will become briers and thorns.

Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah; I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh; for over your summer fruit and your harvest the shout has ceased.And joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field, and in the vineyards no songs are sung, no cheers are raised; no treader treads out wine in the presses; I have put an end to the shouting.

You have multiplied the nation; you have increased its joy; they rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest, as they are glad when they divide the spoil.

The wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted sigh.The mirth of the tambourines is stilled, the noise of the jubilant has ceased, the mirth of the lyre is stilled.No more do they drink wine with singing; strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.The wasted city is broken down; every house is shut up so that none can enter.There is an outcry in the streets for lack of wine; all joy has grown dark; the gladness of the earth is banished.Desolation is left in the city; the gates are battered into ruins.

Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice; you complacent daughters, give ear to my speech.In little more than a year you will shudder, you complacent women; for the grape harvest fails, the fruit harvest will not come.Tremble, you women who are at ease, shudder, you complacent ones; strip, and make yourselves bare, and tie sackcloth around your waist.Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city.For the palace is forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;

behold, I will send for all the tribes of the north, declares the Lord, and for Nebuchadnezzar the king of Babylon, my servant, and I will bring them against this land and its inhabitants, and against all these surrounding nations. I will devote them to destruction, and make them a horror, a hissing, and an everlasting desolation.Moreover, I will banish from them the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the grinding of the millstones and the light of the lamp.

The vine dries up; the fig tree languishes. Pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are dried up, and gladness dries up from the children of man.Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Go in, pass the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God! Because grain offering and drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.

and the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will be heard in you no more, and a craftsman of any craft will be found in you no more, and the sound of the mill will be heard in you no more,and the light of a lamp will shine in you no more, and the voice of bridegroom and bride will be heard in you no more, for your merchants were the great ones of the earth, and all nations were deceived by your sorcery.