P orte, gémis! ville, lamente-toi! Tremble, pays tout entier des Philistins! Car du nord vient une fumée, Et les rangs de l'ennemi sont serrés. -
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
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