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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18 Your shepherds are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with none to gather them.
19 There is no assuaging your hurt,
    your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news of you
    clap their hands over you.
For upon whom has not come
    your unceasing evil?

Read full chapter