Nahum 3:17-18

17 Your aprinces are blike grasshoppers,
cyour scribes
Or marshals
like clouds of locusts
settling on the fences
in a day of cold
when the sun rises, they fly away;
no one knows where they are.
18 Your shepherds eare asleep,
O king of Assyria;
fyour nobles slumber.
Your people gare scattered on the mountains
with none to gather them.
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