Terror, pit, and snare are before you, O inhabitant of Moab! says the Lord.
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Behold, I will bring terror upon you, says the Lord God of hosts, from all who are round about 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 strove against the Lord.
panic and pitfall have come upon us, devastation and destruction;