Philistia

The people shall hear, and be afraid: sorrow shall take hold on the inhabitants of Palestina.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe: Philistia, triumph thou because of me.

I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon to them that know me: behold Philistia, and Tyre, with Ethiopia; this man was born there.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe; over Philistia will I triumph.

Rejoice not thou, whole Palestina, because the rod of him that smote thee is broken: for out of the serpent's root shall come forth a cockatrice, and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent.

Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.