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16 You have multiplied your traders
more than the stars of heaven.
Locusts have stripped and flown off.
17 Your princes are like locusts,
your officials like a locust swarm,
    camping in the walls on a chilly day.
The sun rises, and they are chased away,
    and where they are is unknown.

18 Your shepherds have become drowsy,
king of Assyria, your nobles lie down.
Your people are scattered on the hills,
    with no one to gather them.

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