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Peoples have heard they tremble, - A pang, hath seized the dwellers of Philistia:

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.

I will mention Rahab and Babylon, to them who know me - Lo! Philistia and Tyre with Ethiopia, This one was born there.

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken, - For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.

Howl - O gate, Make outcry - O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, - For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.