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, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places.
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