18 King of Assyria, your shepherds slumber;(A)
your officers sleep.
Your people are scattered across the mountains(B)
with no one to gather them together.(C)
19 There is no remedy for your injury;
your wound is severe.(D)
All who hear the news about you
will clap their hands because of you,(E)
for who has not experienced
your constant cruelty?

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18 Your shepherds are asleep, O Assyrian king;
    your princes lie dead in the dust.
Your people are scattered across the mountains
    with no one to gather them together.
19 There is no healing for your wound;
    your injury is fatal.
All who hear of your destruction
    will clap their hands for joy.
Where can anyone be found
    who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?

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