H owl, 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.
Aúlla, oh puerta, clama, oh ciudad; desleída Filistea toda tú, porque humo vendrá del aquilón; no quedará uno solo en sus asambleas.
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