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18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them. 19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?

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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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