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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.
32 What shall one then answer
    the messengers of the nation?
That the Lord has founded Zion,
    and the poor of His people shall trust in it.

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