Terror, pit, and trap be upon you, enthroned Moab—oracle of the Lord.
And rains upon the wicked fiery coals and brimstone, a scorching wind their allotted cup.
See, I am bringing terror upon you— oracle of the Lord God of hosts— from all around you; You shall be scattered, each in headlong flight, with no one to gather the fugitives.
You ensnared yourself and were caught, Babylon, before you knew it! You were discovered and seized, because you challenged the Lord.
Panic and the pit have been our lot, desolation and destruction;