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17 Your guards are like grasshoppers.
    Your officials are like swarms of locusts.
    They settle in the walls on a cold day.
But when the sun appears, they fly away.
    And no one knows where they go.

18 King of Assyria, your leaders are asleep.
    Your nobles lie down to rest.
Your people are scattered on the mountains.
    No one is left to gather them together.
19 Nothing can heal your wounds.
    You will die of them.
All those who hear the news about you clap their hands.
    That’s because you have fallen from power.
Is there anyone who has not suffered
    because of how badly you treated them?

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