Isaías 14

Heule, Tor; schreie, Stadt! Ganz Philisterland ist feige; denn von Mitternacht kommt ein Rauch, und ist kein Einsamer in seinen Gezelten.

Aulla, oh puerta; clama, oh ciudad; disuelta estás toda tú, Filistea: porque humo vendrá de aquilón, no quedará uno solo en sus asambleas.

Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.

Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.