Ulula, porta; clama civitas; prostrata est Philisthæa omnis; ab aquilone enim fumus veniet, et non est qui effugiet agmen ejus.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city: all Philistia is thrown down: for a smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop.
Ulula, porta; clama civitate; prosterne es de Philisthaea omni; ab aquilone nam fumo veni, et non qui effuge agmine de illo es.