Isaiah 16:9, 11

So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah. I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, for the shouts of joy over the harvest of fruit and grain have ceased.

Like harp strings, my heartstrings throb for Moab, and my inner being sighs for your broken walls, Kir-Hareseth.