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18 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria;
    Your nobles lie in the dust.
Your people are scattered on the mountains,
    and no one gathers them.
19 There is no healing of your injury,
    your wound is grievous.
All who hear news about you
    clap their hands over you,
for upon whom has not your wickedness
    continually passed?

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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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