Philistia

The nations will hear and tremble; anguish will grip the dwellers of Philistia.

Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

“I will mention Rahab and Babylon among those who know Me— along with Philistia, Tyre, and Cush— when I say, ‘This one was born in Zion.’”

Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

Do not rejoice, all you Philistines, that the rod that struck you is broken. For a viper will spring from the root of the snake, and a flying serpent from its egg.

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.