Wail, O gate! Cry, O city! All you of Philistia [are] dissolved; For smoke will come from the north, And no one [will be] alone in his appointed times."
Egin aiene eta garrasi, Filisteako hiriok! Ikaratu, lurralde osoa! Hor baitator iparraldetik gudarostea, ke-laino trinko baten antzera, inortxo ere bere lerrotik okertzen ez dela.