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)

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:18 That is, rulers

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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