Isaías 14
Septante en francais
31Poussez des cris de douleur, portes des cités ; que vos villes, ô Philistins, jettent des cris d'épouvante ; car de l'aquilon vient un tourbillon de fumée, et nul ne peut y échapper.
Reina-Valera 1909
31Aulla, oh puerta; clama, oh ciudad; disuelta estás toda tú, Filistea: porque humo vendrá de aquilón, no quedará uno solo en sus asambleas.
King James Version
31Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
World English Bible
31Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.