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Of Damascus. Turned pale have Hamath and Arpad, For, a calamitous report, have they heard - they tremble, - In the sea, is anxiety, it cannot, rest.

Enfeebled is Damascus She hath turned to flee But terror, hath seized her, - Anguish and pangs, have seized her as a woman in childbirth.

Alas! is she not forsaken - The city so praised! The citadel I rejoiced in!

Therefore shall her young men fail in her broadways, - And, all her men of war, shall be silent in that day, Declareth Yahweh of hosts;

Then will I kindle a fire in the walls of Damascus, - And it shall devour the palaces of Ben-hadad.