³⁰ And the firstborn of ^(A)the poor will graze,
    and ^(B)the needy lie down in safety;
but I will kill your root with famine,
    and your remnant it will slay.

^31 (A)Wail, O ^(B)gate; cry out, O city;
    melt in fear, ^(C)O Philistia, all of you!
^(D)For smoke comes out of the north,
    and there is no straggler in his ranks.