Rotherham(i)
27 For this cause, say the poets––Enter ye Heshbon,––Built and prepared be the city of Sihon;
28 For, a fire, hath come forth out of Heshbon, A flame, out of the stronghold of Sihon; It hath consumed Ar of Moab, The lords of the high places of Arnon.
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.