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, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
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