“On the outskirts of Heshbon,refugees will pull up short, worn out.Fire will flame high from Heshbon,a firestorm raging from the capital of Sihon’s kingdom.It will burn off Moab’s eyebrows,will scorch the skull of the braggarts.That’s all for you, Moab!You worshipers of Chemosh will be finished off!Your sons will be trucked off to prison camps;your daughters will be herded into exile.But yet there’s a day that’s comingwhen I’ll put things right in Moab.“For now, that’s the judgment on Moab.”