¹⁸ King of Assyria, your shepherds^[a] slumber;^(A)
    your nobles lie down to rest.^(B)
Your people are scattered^(C) on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.
¹⁹ Nothing can heal you;^(D)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands^(E) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?^(F)