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Incurable Is Your Sickness[a]

18 Alas, your shepherds are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your neighbors lie down to rest.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.
19 There is no way to relieve your wound;
    your injury is mortal.
All who hear this news about your fate
    clap their hands over your downfall.
For who has not suffered
    as a result of your relentless cruelty?

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:18 This funereal chant, full of irony, reveals to what point the Assyrian tyranny had reached.