Terror, pit, and trap are before you, O inhabitants of Moab! says the Lord.
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and sulfur; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
I am going to bring terror upon you, says the Lord God of hosts, from all your neighbors, and you will be scattered, each headlong, with no one to gather the fugitives.
You set a snare for yourself and you were caught, O Babylon, but you did not know it; you were discovered and seized, because you challenged the Lord.
panic and pitfall have come upon us, devastation and destruction.