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.

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.

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.

Ten acres of vineyard will not produce even six gallons of wine. Ten baskets of seed will yield only one basket of grain.”

When you hoped for a twenty bushel crop, you harvested only ten. When you expected to draw fifty gallons from the winepress, you found only twenty.

Our food disappears before our very eyes. No joyful celebrations are held in the house of our God.

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you wine drinkers! All the grapes are ruined, and all your sweet wine is gone.

In that day the lush vineyards, now worth 1,000 pieces of silver, will become patches of briers and thorns.

So now I weep for Jazer and the vineyards of Sibmah; my tears will flow for Heshbon and Elealeh. There are no more shouts of joy over your summer fruits and harvest.Gone now is the gladness, gone the joy of harvest. There will be no singing in the vineyards, no more happy shouts, no treading of grapes in the winepresses. I have ended all their harvest joys.

You will enlarge the nation of Israel, and its people will rejoice. They will rejoice before you as people rejoice at the harvest and like warriors dividing the plunder.

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders.Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land.The city is left in ruins, its gates battered down.

Listen, you women who lie around in ease. Listen to me, you who are so smug.In a short time— just a little more than a year— you careless ones will suddenly begin to care. For your fruit crops will fail, and the harvest will never take place.Tremble, you women of ease; throw off your complacency. Strip off your pretty clothes, and put on burlap to show your grief.Beat your breasts in sorrow for your bountiful farms and your fruitful grapevines.For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers. Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.The palace and the city will be deserted, and busy towns will be empty. Wild donkeys will frolic and flocks will graze in the empty forts and watchtowers

I will gather together all the armies of the north under King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, whom I have appointed as my deputy. I will bring them all against this land and its people and against the surrounding nations. I will completely destroy you and make you an object of horror and contempt and a ruin forever.I will take away your happy singing and laughter. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will no longer be heard. Your millstones will fall silent, and the lights in your homes will go out.

The grapevines have dried up, and the fig trees have withered. The pomegranate trees, palm trees, and apple trees— all the fruit trees— have dried up. And the people’s joy has dried up with them.Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of your God.

The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets will never be heard in you again. No craftsmen and no trades will ever be found in you again. The sound of the mill will never be heard in you again.The light of a lamp will never shine in you again. The happy voices of brides and grooms will never be heard in you again. For your merchants were the greatest in the world, and you deceived the nations with your sorceries.