Fled away hath Madmenah, The inhabitants of the high places have hardened themselves.
Cry aloud `with' thy voice, daughter of Gallim, Give attention, Laish! answer her, Anathoth.
Yet to-day in Nob to remain, Wave its hand doth the mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.
and Ziklag, and Madmannah, and Sansannah,