Gaza will shave her head in mourning;
    Ashkelon will be silenced.
You remnant on the plain,
    how long will you cut yourselves?

‘“Alas, sword of the Lord,
    how long till you rest?
Return to your sheath;
    cease and be still.”
But how can it rest
    when the Lord has commanded it,
when he has ordered it
    to attack Ashkelon and the coast?’

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