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17 Thy princes are as the locusts, and thy [a]marshals as the swarms of grasshoppers, which encamp in the [b]hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are. 18 Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; thy nobles are at rest; thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them. 19 There is no assuaging of thy hurt; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:17 Or, scribes
  2. Nahum 3:17 Or, walls