Don’t rejoice, all of you in Philistia, because the rod of the one who struck you(A) is broken. For a viper will come from the root(a) of a snake, and from its egg comes a flying serpent.(B)
Then the firstborn(C) of the poor will be well fed, and the impoverished will lie down in safety, but I will kill your root with hunger, and your remnant will be slain.(b)
Wail, you gates!(D) Cry out, city! Tremble with fear,(E) all Philistia! For a cloud of dust is coming from the north,(F) and there is no one missing from the invader’s ranks.