³¹ 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 ^[a]appointed times.”

¹² In the city desolation is left,
And the gate is stricken with destruction.

² ‘I will go before you
^(A)And^[a] make the ^[b]crooked places straight;
^(B)I will break in pieces the gates of bronze
And cut the bars of iron.