Rotherham(i)
29 Woe to thee, Moab, Thou art lost, O people of Chemosh,––He hath given up his sons as fugitives, And his daughters into captivity, Unto the king of the Amorites, Sihon.
30 Then we shot them––Heshbon is destroyed, as far as Dibon,––Then laid we waste as far as Nophah, A fire reacheth unto Medeba.