¹⁷ Your ^(A)courtiers are like the migratory locust.
Your ^(B)officials are like a swarm of locusts
Settling in the stone shelters 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)officers are lying down.
Your people are ^(F)scattered on the mountains
And there is no one to gather them.