C ry out, O gate. Cry, O city. All you Philistines are weak in heart. For smoke comes from the north, and everyone keeps his place in his army.
Gime, puerta; clama, ciudad; Derrítete (Desanímate), toda tú, Filistea. Porque del norte viene humo, Y nadie de sus filas se queda atrás.
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