Send out a cry, O door! Make sounds of sorrow, O town! All your land has come to nothing, O Philistia; for there comes a smoke out of the north, and everyone keeps his place in the line.

And the bases of the door-pillars were shaking at the sound of his cry, and the house was full of smoke.

And a spirit of wisdom to the judge, and strength to those who keep back the attackers at the door of the town.