Terror, pit, and snare are before you, O inhabitant of Moab! declares the Lord.
panic and pitfall have come upon us, devastation and destruction;
Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Behold, I will bring terror upon you, declares the Lord God of hosts, from all who are around you, and you shall be driven out, every man straight before him, with none to gather the fugitives.
I set a snare for you and you were taken, O Babylon, and you did not know it; you were found and caught, because you opposed the Lord.