They went through the pass, spent the night at Geba. Ramah trembled, Gibeah of Saul ran away.

At the fords of the Arnon the Moabite women are like a bird that flies about when forced from its nest.

Every blow from his punishing cudgel, with which the Lord will beat them, will be accompanied by music from the tambourine and harp, and he will attack them with his weapons.