15. There the fire will consume you,the sword will cut you down;it will consume you like the grasshoppers.Multiply like the grasshoppers,multiply like the locusts!
16. You have made your traders more numerousthan the stars of the heavens;like grasshoppers that shed their skins and fly away.
17. Your sentries are like locusts,and your scribes like locust swarmsGathered on the rubble fenceson a cold day!Yet when the sun rises, they vanish,and no one knows where they have gone.
18. Your shepherds slumber,O king of Assyria,your nobles have gone to rest;Your people are scattered upon the mountains,with none to gather them.
19. There is no healing for your hurt,your wound is fatal.All who hear this news of youclap their hands over you;For who has not sufferedunder your endless malice?