Afflictions and Adversities of the Wicked: Produce Slavish Fear

Distress and anguish terrify him, overwhelming him like a king poised to attack.

How suddenly they are laid waste, completely swept away by terrors!

Wail, O Heshbon, for Ai has been destroyed; cry out, O daughters of Rabbah! Put on sackcloth and mourn; run back and forth within your walls, for Milcom will go into exile together with his priests and officials.

Behold, I am about to bring terror upon you, declares the Lord GOD of Hosts, from all those around you. You will each be driven headlong, with no one to regather the fugitives.