³¹ Wail, you ^(A)gate; cry, you city;
^[a]Melt away, ^(B)Philistia, all of you!
For smoke comes from the ^(C)north,
And ^(D)there is no straggler in his ranks.

² “I will go before you and ^(A)make the ^[a]rough places smooth;
I will ^(B)shatter the doors of bronze and cut through their iron ^(C)bars.