ECB(i)
31 So I howl for Moab, and I cry for all Moab - meditate for the men of Qir Hareseth.
32 O vine of Sibmah, I weep for you with the weeping of Yazer: your tendrils pass over the sea; they touch to the sea of Yazer: the ravager falls on your summer fruits and on your crop:
33 and cheerfulness and twirling are gathered from the orchard/Karmel and from the land of Moab; and I shabbathize the wine from the troughs: no one treads with shouting; in shouting, they shout not.
34 From the cry of Heshbon to El Aleh; and to Yahsah they give their voice: from Soar to Horonaim, a heifer of three: for even the waters of Nimrim become desolations: