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29 Rejoice not, O Philistia, all of you,
    because the rod that struck you is broken;
for out of the serpent’s root shall come forth a viper,
    and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent.
30 The firstborn of the poor shall feed,
    and the needy shall lie down in safety:
and I will kill your root with famine,
    and he shall slay your remnant.

31 Wail, O gate. Cry, O city.
    Melt away, O Philistia, all of you;
for smoke shall come from the north,
    and there is no straggler in his ranks.

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