Philistia

Nations rose up, and were angry: sorrows took hold on the inhabitants of Philisthiim.

He abideth for ever in the sight of God: his mercy and truth who shall search?

For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.

May his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.

Rejoice not thou, whole Philistia, that the rod of him that struck thee is broken in pieces: for out of the root of the serpent shall come forth a basilisk, and his seed shall swallow the bird.

Howl, O gate; cry, O city: all Philistia is thrown down: for a smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop.