Philistia

The peoples have heard. They tremble. Pangs have taken hold on the inhabitants of Philistia.

Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia.”

I will record Rahab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Philistia, Tyre, and also Ethiopia: “This one was born there.”

Moab is my wash pot. I will toss my sandal on Edom. I will shout over Philistia.”

Don’t rejoice, O Philistia, all of you, because the rod that struck you is broken; for out of the serpent’s root an adder will emerge, and his fruit will be a fiery flying serpent.

Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.