15. But the fire will devour you;the sword will cut you down.The enemy will consume you like locusts,devouring everything they see.There will be no escape,even if you multiply like swarming locusts.
16. Your merchants have multiplieduntil they outnumber the stars.But like a swarm of locusts,they strip the land and fly away.
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?