3:17 Your courtiers 1 are like locusts,
your officials 2 are like a swarm of locusts!
They encamp in the walls on a cold day,
yet when the sun rises, they 3 fly away; 4
and no one knows where they 5 are. 6
3:18 Your shepherds 7 are sleeping, O king of Assyria!
Your officers 8 are slumbering! 9
Your people are scattered like sheep 10 on the mountains
and there is no one to regather them!
3:19 Your destruction is like an incurable wound; 11
your demise is like a fatal injury! 12
All who hear what has happened to you 13 will clap their hands for joy, 14
for no one ever escaped your endless cruelty! 15