O vine of Sibmah, I will weep for thee with the weeping of Jazer: thy plants are gone over the sea, they reach even to the sea of Jazer: the spoiler is fallen upon thy summer fruits and upon thy vintage.
O vine of Sibmah, I will sadly cry for you like how Jazer cries. Your plants have all gone far away into the sea, all the way to Jazer's sea. The destroyer has ruined your summer fruits and grape harvest.