So now, go back where you came from! I said that I would greatly honor you; but now the Lord has stood in the way of your honor.”

One dead fly makes the perfumer’s ointment give off a rancid stench, so a little folly can outweigh much wisdom.

Come down from your place of honor; sit on the dry ground, you who live in Dibon. For the one who will destroy Moab will attack you; he will destroy your fortifications.

But you will become drunk with shame, not majesty. Now it is your turn to drink and expose your uncircumcised foreskin! The cup of wine in the Lord’s right hand is coming to you, and disgrace will replace your majestic glory!