29They have gone over the passage, Geba they have made a lodging place, Trembled hath Rama, Gibeah of Saul fled.
30Cry aloud with thy voice, daughter of Gallim, Give attention, Laish! answer her, Anathoth.
31Fled away hath Madmenah, The inhabitants of the high places have hardened themselves.
32Yet to-day in Nob to remain, Wave its hand doth the mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.
33Lo, the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Is lopping a branch with violence, And the high of stature are cut down, And the lofty are become low,