"Terror,pitand snareare [coming] upon you, O inhabitantof Moab,"declaresthe LORD.
Upon the wickedHe will rainsnares;Fireand brimstoneand burningwindwill be the portionof their cup.
"Behold,I am going to bringterrorupon you," Declaresthe LordGODof hosts,"From all[directions] aroundyou; And eachof you will be drivenout headlong,With nooneto gatherthe fugitivestogether.
"I seta snarefor you and you were alsocaught,O Babylon,While you yourselfwere not aware;You have been foundand alsoseizedBecauseyou have engagedin conflictwith the LORD."
Panicand pitfallhave befallenus, Devastationand destruction;
