H owl, 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.
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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