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29 “Do not be glad, O Philistia, all of you, because the special stick that made it hard for you is broken. One snake dies and a worse one comes, a snake that can fly. 30 The poor will eat. Those in need will lie down and be safe. I will destroy all of you with hunger and it will kill those who are left. 31 Cry out, O gate. Cry, O city. All you Philistines are weak in heart. For smoke comes from the north, and everyone keeps his place in his army.

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