Y’all have plowed wickedness. Y’all have reaped iniquity. Y’all have eaten the fruit of lies, because you trusted in your way, in the multitude of your mighty warriors.
For they sow the wind, and they will reap the whirlwind. He has no standing grain. The stalk will yield no head. If it does yield, strangers will swallow it up.
Don’t rejoice, O Philistia, all of you, because the rod that struck you is broken; for out of the serpent’s root an adder will emerge, and his fruit will be a fiery flying serpent.