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18 Your shepherds are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.(A)
19 There is no assuaging your hurt;
    your wound is mortal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands over you.
For who has ever escaped
    your endless cruelty?(B)

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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.
19 There is no remedy for your injury;
        your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you.
        Who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?

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18 King of Assyria, your shepherds[a] slumber;(A)
    your nobles lie down to rest.(B)
Your people are scattered(C) on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.
19 Nothing can heal you;(D)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands(E) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?(F)

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:18 That is, rulers