¹⁶ You have produced more businessmen than there are stars in the sky.
    They are like locusts that attack and then fly away.
¹⁷ Your officers are like locusts,
    and your scribes are like swarms of locusts
        that settle on the fences when it is cold.
            The sun rises, and they scatter in every direction.
                No one knows where they’ve gone.
¹⁸ Your shepherds, king of Assyria, have fallen into a deep sleep.
    Your best fighting men are at rest.
    Your people are scattered on the mountains,
    and there is no one to gather them.