30. The firstborn of the poor will eat, and the needy will lie down in safety; and I will kill your root with famine, and your remnant will be killed.
31. 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.
32. What will they answer the messengers of the nation? That the Lord has founded Zion, and in her the afflicted of his people will take refuge.