18 Your shepherds are (A)sleeping, O (B)king of Assyria;
Your (C)officers are lying down.
Your people are (D)scattered on the mountains
And there is no one to gather them.
19 There is (E)no relief for your collapse,
Your (F)wound is incurable.
All who hear [a]about you
Will (G)clap their hands over you,
For upon whom has your evil not come continually?

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:19 Lit your report

18 Hey king of Assyria! Your shepherds are asleep
    and your nobles are lying down!
Your people lie scattered on the mountains,
    and there is no one to gather them together.
19 There is no healing for your injury—
    your wound is fatal.
Everyone who hears about you will applaud,
    because who hasn’t escaped your endless evil?”

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