Madmenah has fled, The inhabitants of Gebim seek refuge.
Ziklag, Madmannah, Sansannah,
Lift up your voice, O daughter of Gallim! Cause it to be heard as far as Laish— O poor Anathoth!
As yet he will remain at Nob that day; He will shake his fist at the mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.