“Look! Waters are coming from the north.
They will become a flooding torrent.
And they will flood the land and everything in it,
The city and those inhabiting it.
The men will cry out,
And everyone dwelling in the land will wail.
3 At the sound of the pounding hooves of his stallions,
At the rattling of his war chariots
And the rumbling of his wheels,
Fathers will not even turn around for their sons,
For their hands fall limp,
For Jehovah will destroy the Phi·lisʹtines,
Ashʹke·lon has been silenced.+
How long will you not be quiet?
Go back into your sheath.
Take your rest and be silent.
7 How can it be quiet
When Jehovah has given it a command?
Against Ashʹke·lon and the seacoast,+
There is where he has assigned it.”