³⁰ The poorest of the poor will find pasture,
    and the needy^(A) will lie down in safety.^(B)
But your root I will destroy by famine;^(C)
    it will slay^(D) your survivors.^(E)

³¹ Wail,^(A) you gate!^(B) Howl, you city!
    Melt away, all you Philistines!^(C)
A cloud of smoke comes from the north,^(D)
    and there is not a straggler in its ranks.^(E)