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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18 Hey king of Assyria! Your shepherds are asleep
    and your nobles are lying down!
Your people lie scattered on the mountains,
    and there is no one to gather them together.
19 There is no healing for your injury—
    your wound is fatal.
Everyone who hears about you will applaud,
    because who hasn’t escaped your endless evil?”

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