Nahum 3:17-19

International Standard Version

¹⁷ Your imperial guards are like the swarming grasshopper;
    your marshals are like hordes of grasshoppers,
        settling in the stone walls on a chilly day.
The sun rises, and they flee away;
    no one knows where they went.
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?”