G ime, puerta; clama, ciudad; derrítete, toda tú, Filistea; porque del norte viene humo, y nadie se rezaga de sus filas.
Howl, O gate! Cry, O city! Melt away, O Philistia, all of you! For there is coming a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks and none stands aloof.
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