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16     You boasted more traders than the heavens have stars.
        The locust sheds its skin and flies away.
17 Your guards are like grasshoppers,
            your marshals like swarms of cicadas
            that encamp on stone fences on a chilly day;
        when the sun rises, they take flight;
            no one knows where they have gone.
18 Your shepherds have fallen asleep, king of Assyria!
        Your officials are lying down.
Your people are scattered across the mountains;
        there is no one to gather them.

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