בְּמוֹ

For the hand of the LORDwill rest on this mountain.But Moab will be trampled in his placeas straw is trodden into the dung pile.

When you pass through the waters,I will be with you;and when you go through the rivers,they will not overwhelm you.When you walk through the fire,you will not be scorched;the flames will not set you ablaze.

He burns half of it in the fire,and he roasts meat on that half.He eats the roast and is satisfied.Indeed, he warms himself and says,“Ah! I am warm; I see the fire.”

And no one considers in his heart,no one has the knowledge or insight to say,“I burned half of it in the fire,and I baked bread on its coals;I roasted meat and I ate.Shall I make something detestable with the rest of it?Shall I bow down to a block of wood?”

I could also speak like youif you were in my place;I could heap up words against youand shake my head at you.