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18 Your shepherds are asleep, O Assyrian king;
    your princes lie dead in the dust.
Your people are scattered across the mountains
    with no one to gather them together.
19 There is no healing for your wound;
    your injury is fatal.
All who hear of your destruction
    will clap their hands for joy.
Where can anyone be found
    who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?

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18 King of Assyria, your shepherds[a] slumber;(A)
    your nobles lie down to rest.(B)
Your people are scattered(C) on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.
19 Nothing can heal you;(D)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands(E) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?(F)

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:18 That is, rulers