8 For the terraces of Heshʹbon+ have withered,

The vine of Sibʹmah,+

The rulers of the nations have trampled its bright-red branches;*

They had reached as far as Jaʹzer;+

They had extended into the wilderness.

With my tears I will drench you, O Heshʹbon and E·le·aʹleh,+

Because the shouting over your summer fruit and your harvest has ended.*

 8 The destroyer will come in on every city,

And no city will escape.+

The valley* will perish,

And the level land* will be annihilated, just as Jehovah has said.