¹⁷ Your ^[a](A)guardsmen are like the swarming locust.
Your ^(B)marshals are like hordes of grasshoppers
Settling in the stone walls on a cold day.
The sun rises and they flee,
And the place where they are is not known.
¹⁸ Your shepherds are ^(C)sleeping, O ^(D)king of Assyria;
Your ^(E)nobles are lying down.
Your people are ^(F)scattered on the mountains
And there is no one to regather them.