Nahum 3:17-19

The Voice

¹⁷ Your courtiers are like locusts;
    your city officials like swarms of locusts
Who become chilled against the wall on a cold day.
    When the sun comes up and they are warmed,
They fly away, abandoning you.
    Searching, no one can find them.
¹⁸ O king of Assyria, your shepherds felt safe enough to sleep in the fields.
    Your leaders slept soundly in the city.
When judgment comes, your people are scattered like lost sheep,
    far and wide among the mountains.
There is no leader left to rally them together.
¹⁹ Nothing and no one can heal your wound.
    Your city’s wounds are fatal; you cannot survive.
Everyone who hears the news of your destruction
    claps his hands in celebration,
Because who among them has not felt
    your legendary and endless cruelty?