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

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