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29 Rejoice not, (A)O Philistia, all of you,
    that (B)the rod that struck you is broken,
for from the serpent's root will come forth an adder,
    and its fruit will be a (C)flying fiery serpent.
30 And the firstborn of (D)the poor will graze,
    and (E)the needy lie down in safety;
but I will kill your root with famine,
    and your remnant it will slay.
31 (F)Wail, O (G)gate; cry out, O city;
    melt in fear, (H)O Philistia, all of you!
(I)For smoke comes out of the north,
    and there is no straggler in his ranks.

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