A úlla, oh puerta; clama, oh ciudad; disuelta estás toda tú, Filistea; porque humo vendrá del norte, no quedará uno solo en sus asambleas.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
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