And so it shall be: Instead of a sweet smell there will be a stench; Instead of a sash, a rope; Instead of well-set hair, baldness; Instead of a rich robe, a girding of sackcloth; And branding instead of beauty.

He has gone up to the temple and Dibon, To the high places to weep. Moab will wail over Nebo and over Medeba; On all their heads [will be] baldness, [And] every beard cut off.

In their streets they will clothe themselves with sackcloth; On the tops of their houses And in their streets Everyone will wail, weeping bitterly.

"For every head [shall be] bald, and every beard clipped; On all the hands [shall be] cuts, and on the loins sackcloth --

I will turn your feasts into mourning, And all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist, And baldness on every head; I will make it like mourning for an only [son,] And its end like a bitter day.

Now when the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell upon Abram; and behold, horror [and] great darkness fell upon him.

Even when I remember I am terrified, And trembling takes hold of my flesh.

Let them be ashamed and brought to mutual confusion Who rejoice at my hurt; Let them be clothed with shame and dishonor Who exalt themselves against me.

My heart is severely pained within me, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.

Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, And horror has overwhelmed me.

We lie down in our shame, And our reproach covers us. For we have sinned against the LORD our God, We and our fathers, From our youth even to this day, And have not obeyed the voice of the LORD our God."

And the kings of the earth, the great men, the rich men, the commanders, the mighty men, every slave and every free man, hid themselves in the caves and in the rocks of the mountains,

"For the great day of His wrath has come, and who is able to stand?"