30. In my pastures the poor shall graze,and the needy lie down in safety;But I will kill your root with faminethat shall slay even your remnant.
31. Howl, O gate; cry out, O city!Philistia, all of you melts away!For there comes a smoke from the north,without a straggler in its ranks.
32. What will one answer the messengers of the nations?“The Lord has established Zion,and in her the afflicted of his people find refuge.”