Isaiah 14:29-31 ▼

29 Do not rejoice, Philistia, not one of you, that the rod which struck you is broken; For out of the serpent’s root shall come an adder, its offspring shall be a flying saraph.

30 In my pastures the poor shall graze, and the needy lie down in safety; But I will kill your root with famine that 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.