Isaías 14

Hurle, ô porte ! Pousse des cris, ô ville ! Pâme-toi de frayeur, Philistie tout entière ! Car du septentrion vient une fumée, et nul ne se débande dans ses bataillons.

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.