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

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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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