Translations
Wail at the gate! Cry out in the city! Melt in terror, O Philistia — every last one of you! For smoke rises from the north, and there is not a straggler among his forces.
Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt with fear, O Pleshet — all of you! For smoke comes from the north, and there is not a straggler in his ranks.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.

