17. Your guards are like locusts.Your officers are like swarms of locuststhat hang on the walls on a cold day.When the sun comes up, they fly away,and no one knows where they have gone.
18. King of Assyria, your rulers are asleep;your important men lie down to rest.Your people have been scattered on the mountains,and there is no one to bring them back.
19. Nothing can heal your wound;your injury will not heal.Everyone who hears about you applauds,because everyone has felt your endless cruelty.