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.
Then the LORD said to me, “Disaster from the north will be poured out on all who live in the land.
Before the year that the chief commander, sent by Sargon king of Assyria, came to Ashdod and attacked and captured it,
Wail, for the Day of the LORD is near; it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
And they will drink and stagger and go out of their minds, because of the sword that I will send among them.”
Do not rejoice, all you Philistines, that the rod that struck you is broken. For a viper will spring from the root of th
Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly
And the gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.
The city is left in ruins; its gate is reduced to rubble.