17. Your guards and officials are also like swarming locuststhat crowd together in the hedges on a cold day.But like locusts that fly away when the sun comes up,all of them will fly away and disappear.
18. Your shepherds are asleep, O Assyrian king;your princes lie dead in the dust.Your people are scattered across the mountainswith no one to gather them together.
19. There is no healing for your wound;your injury is fatal.All who hear of your destructionwill clap their hands for joy.Where can anyone be foundwho has not suffered from your continual cruelty?