LEB(i)
29 You must not rejoice, all you Philistines, that the rod that struck you is broken, for a viper will come forth from the root of the snake, and its fruit will be a flying serpent.
30 And the firstborn of the poor will graze, and the needy will lie down in security; but I will cause your root to die in famine, and it will kill your remnant.
31 Wail, gate! Cry, city! Melt,* Philistia, all of you! For smoke is coming from the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.