Jeremiah 48:18-33

“You people living in the town of Dibon, come down from your place of honor and sit on the dry ground, because the destroyer of Moab has come against you. And he has destroyed your strong, walled cities. You people living in the town of Aroer, stand next to the road and watch. See the man running away and the woman escaping. Ask them, ‘What happened?’ Moab is filled with shame, because she is ruined. Cry, Moab, cry out! Announce at the Arnon River that Moab is destroyed. People on the high plain have been punished. Judgment has come to these towns: Holon, Jahzah, and Mephaath; Dibon, Nebo, and Beth Diblathaim; Kiriathaim, Beth Gamul, and Beth Meon; Kerioth and Bozrah. Judgment has come to all the towns of Moab, far and near. Moab’s strength has been cut off, and its arm broken!” says the LORD. “The people of Moab thought they were greater than the LORD, so punish them until they act as if they are drunk. Moab will fall and roll around in its own vomit, and people will even make fun of it. Moab, you made fun of Israel. Israel was caught in the middle of a gang of thieves. When you spoke about Israel, you shook your head and acted as if you were better than it. People in Moab, leave your towns empty and go live among the rocks. Be like a dove that makes its nest at the entrance of a cave. “We have heard that the people of Moab are proud, very proud. They are proud, very proud, and in their hearts they think they are important.” The LORD says, “I know Moab’s great pride, but it is useless. Moab’s bragging accomplishes nothing. So I cry sadly for Moab, for everyone in Moab. I moan for the people from the town of Kir Hareseth. I cry with the people of the town of Jazer for you, the grapevines of the town of Sibmah. In the past your vines spread all the way to the sea, as far as the sea of Jazer. But the destroyer has taken over your fruit and grapes. Joy and happiness are gone from the large, rich fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the winepresses. No one walks on the grapes with shouts of joy. There are shouts, but not shouts of joy.