⁴ Tu t'es précipité comme de l'eau; tu n'auras pas la prééminence, car tu es monté sur la couche de ton père, et tu as souillé mon lit en y montant.

³² With more than the weeping of Jazer will I weep for you, vine of Sibmah: your branches passed over the sea, they reached even to the sea of Jazer: on your summer fruits and on your vintage the destroyer is fallen.

³³ 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 wine presses: none shall tread with shouting; the shouting shall be no shouting.