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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 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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