“Come down from your high horse, pampered beauty of Dibon.Sit in dog dung.The destroyer of Moab will come against you.He’ll wreck your safe, secure houses.Stand on the roadside,pampered women of Aroer.Interview the refugees who are running away.Ask them, ‘What’s happened? And why?’Moab will be an embarrassing memory, nothing left of the place.Wail and weep your eyes out!Tell the bad news along the Arnon river.Tell the world that Moab is no more.