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?