17 Your [a](A)guardsmen are like the swarming locust.
Your (B)marshals are like hordes of grasshoppers
Settling in the stone walls on a cold day.
The sun rises and they flee,
And the place where they are is not known.
18 Your shepherds are (C)sleeping, O (D)king of Assyria;
Your (E)nobles are lying down.
Your people are (F)scattered on the mountains
And there is no one to regather them.
19 There is (G)no relief for your breakdown,
Your (H)wound is incurable.
All who hear [b]about you
Will (I)clap their hands over you,
For on whom has not your evil passed continually?

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:17 Or officials
  2. Nahum 3:19 Lit your report