ECB(i)
29 You, cheer not Pelesheth - all of you because the scion of him who smote you is broken: for from the root of the serpent comes forth a hisser; and his fruit is a flying seraph.
30 And the firstbirthed of the poor graze and the needy crouch confidently: and I kill your root with famine and he slaughters your survivors.
31 Howl, O portal! Cry, O city! You are dissolved, Pelesheth, all of you: for from the north comes smoke, and no one is alone in his seasons.