For the fields of Cheshbon languish with the vine of Sivmah. The lords of the nations have broken down its choice branches, which reached even to Ya`zer, which wandered into the wilderness. Its shoots were spread abroad. They passed over the sea.
How is it broken down! [how] do they wail! how has Mo'av turned the back with shame! so shall Mo'av become a derision and a terror to all who are round about him.