Philistia

The peoples have heard, they tremble: Pangs have taken hold on the inhabitants of Philistia.

Moab is my washpot; Upon Edom will I cast my shoe: Philistia, shout thou because of me.

I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon as among them that know me: Behold, Philistia, and Tyre, with Ethiopia: This one was born there.

Moab is my washpot; Upon Edom will I cast my shoe; Over Philistia will I shout.

Rejoice not, O Philistia, all of thee, because the rod that smote thee is broken; for out of the serpent’s root shall come forth an adder, and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent.

Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.