29. Don’t be so happy, all you Philistines,just because the club that beat you has been broken!For a viper will grow out of the serpent’s root,and its fruit will be a darting adder.
30. The poor will graze in my pastures;the needy will rest securely.But I will kill your root by famine;it will put to death all your survivors.
31. Wail, O city gate!Cry out, O city!Melt with fear, all you Philistines!For out of the north comes a cloud of smoke,and there are no stragglers in its ranks.
32. How will they respond to the messengers of this nation?Indeed, the Lord has made Zion secure;the oppressed among his people will find safety in her.