³¹ Howl, O gate; cry, O city, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places.

¹⁴ And Jehovah saith unto me, `From the north is the evil loosed against all inhabitants of the land.

⁶ Howl ye, for near `is' the day of Jehovah, As destruction from the Mighty it cometh.

²⁹ Rejoice not thou, Philistia, all of thee, That broken hath been the rod of thy smiter, For from the root of a serpent cometh out a viper, And its fruit `is' a flying saraph.

¹ In the year of the coming in of Tartan to Ashdod, when Sargon king of Asshur sendeth him, and he fighteth against Ashdod, and captureth it,

²⁶ And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!

⁷ Therefore howl doth Moab for Moab, all of it doth howl, For the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth it meditateth, Surely they are smitten.

¹² Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.

¹⁶ And they have drunk, and shaken themselves and shewn themselves foolish, because of the sword that I am sending among them.

¹⁷ `And I take the cup out of the hand of Jehovah, and cause all the nations to drink unto whom Jehovah sent me:

¹⁸ Jerusalem, and the cities of Judah, And its kings, its heads, To give them to waste, to astonishment, To hissing, and to reviling, as `at' this day.

¹⁹ Pharaoh king of Egypt, and his servants, And his heads, and all his people,

²⁰ And all the mixed people, And all the kings of the land of Uz, And all the kings of the land of the Philistines, And Ashkelon, and Gazzah, and Ekron, And the remnant of Ashdod,