17 Your court officials are like the swarming locust,
and your scribes like clouds of locusts,
which settle on the walls on a cold day;
when the sun rises, they take off,
and no one knows where they are.

18 King of Assyria, your shepherds slumber;
your officers sleep.
Your people are scattered across the mountains
with no one to gather them together.(A)
19 There is no remedy for your injury;
your wound is severe.(B)
All who hear the news about you
will clap their hands because of you,
for who has not experienced
your constant cruelty?

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