פְּלֶ֫שֶׁת

The peoples have heard. They tremble. Pangs have taken hold of the inhabitants of Philistia.

Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my sandal on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia.”

Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

I will record Rahab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Philistia, Tyre, and also Ethiopia: “This one was born there.”

Moab is my wash pot. I will toss my sandal on Edom. I will shout over Philistia.”

Don’t rejoice, O Philistia, all of you, because the rod that struck you is broken; for out of the serpent’s root an adder will emerge, and his fruit will be a fiery flying serpent.

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.

“Yes, and what are you to me, Tyre, and Sidon, and all the regions of Philistia? Will you repay me? And if you repay me, I will swiftly and speedily return your repayment on your own head.