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17 Your guards are like locusts.
    Your officers are like swarms of locusts
    that ·hang [settle; encamp] on the walls on a cold day.
When the sun comes up, they fly away,
    and no one knows where they have gone.
18 King of Assyria, your ·rulers [L shepherds] are asleep;
    your ·important men [nobles; officers] lie down ·to rest [or dead].
Your people have been scattered on the mountains [C like sheep],
    and there is no one to ·bring them back [gather them].
19 Nothing can heal your wound;
    your ·injury [wound] ·will not heal [is fatal].
Everyone who hears ·about you applauds [will clap their hands over you],
    because ·everyone has [L who has not…?] felt your endless cruelty.

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