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18 Your shepherds are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with none to gather them.
19 There is no assuaging your hurt,
    your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news of you
    clap their hands over you.
For upon whom has not come
    your unceasing evil?

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18 Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; thy nobles are at rest; thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them. 19 There is no assuaging of thy hurt; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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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