They treat me like
For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly.
The people cry out,
Why should you be like someone who is helpless,
כ (Kaf) My eyes are worn out
In the shadows of the walls of Heshbon those trying to escape will stand helpless. For a fire will burst forth from Heshbon. Flames will shoot out from the former territory of Sihon. They will burn the foreheads of the people of Moab, the skulls of those war-loving people.