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29 Do not rejoice, all you Philistines,
    that the rod that struck you is broken,
for from the root of the snake will come forth an adder,
    and its fruit will be a flying fiery serpent.(A)
30 In my pastures the poor[a] will graze
    and the needy lie down in safety,
but I will make your root die of famine,
    and your remnant I[b] will kill.(B)
31 Wail, O gate; cry, O city;
    melt in fear, O Philistia, all of you!
For smoke comes out of the north,
    and there is no straggler in its ranks.(C)

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  1. 14.30 Heb mss: MT the firstborn of the poor
  2. 14.30 Q ms Vg: MT he