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.
Bhomboloza, sango! Khala, mzi! Yitha amandla, wena Filisti uphela, ngokuba entla kuphuma umsi; akukho wahlukayo ebuthweni lakhe.