17 (A)Your commanders are like swarming locusts,
And your generals like great grasshoppers,
Which camp in the hedges on a cold day;
When the sun rises they flee away,
And the place where they are is not known.

18 (B)Your shepherds slumber, O (C)king of Assyria;
Your nobles rest in the dust.
Your people are (D)scattered on the mountains,
And no one gathers them.
19 Your injury has no healing,
(E)Your wound is severe.
(F)All who hear news of you
Will clap their hands over you,
For upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?

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