Rotherham(i)
4 So Moab said unto the elders of Midian––Now, shall the gathered host lick up all that are round about us, as the ox doth lick up the verdure of the field. But, Balak son of Zippor, was king unto Moab at that time.
5 So he sent messengers unto Balaam son of Boor, to Pethor, which was by the river of the land of the sons of his people, to call him,––saying––Lo! a people, hath come forth out of Egypt, Lo! he hath covered the eye of the land, Yea, he, is tarrying over against me.
6 Now, therefore, do come, I pray thee, curse me this people, For, stronger, he is, than I, If peradventure I prevail, we shall smite him, That I may drive him out of the land,––For I know that, he whom thou dost bless, is to be blessed, And, he whom thou dost curse, is to be cursed.