31 Wail,(A) you gate!(B) Howl, you city!
    Melt away, all you Philistines!(C)
A cloud of smoke comes from the north,(D)
    and there is not a straggler in its ranks.(E)

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31 Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.

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