Philistia

The peoples have heard, and they tremble; anguish takes hold of those living in P'leshet;

Mo'av is my washpot; on Edom I throw my shoe; P'leshet, be crushed because of me!"

I count Rahav and Bavel among those who know me; Of P'leshet, Tzor and Ethiopia [they will say], "This one was born there."

Mo'av is my washpot; on Edom I throw my shoe; Over P'leshet I shout in triumph."

Do not rejoice, P'leshet, any of you, that the rod which struck you is broken; for out of the snake's root will come a viper, and his offspring will be a flying fiery serpent.

Howl, gate! Cry, city! Melt away, P'leshet, all of you! For a smoke is coming from the north, with not a straggler in its ranks.