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18 Your shepherds are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.(A)
19 There is no assuaging your hurt;
    your wound is mortal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands over you.
For who has ever escaped
    your endless cruelty?(B)

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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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