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18 Your friends slumber, O king of Assyria; your allies have deserted; your people are scattered on the mountains, and they have none to gather them. 19 There is no one to grieve over your wound; your wound is painful; all who hear the news of you clap their hands over you; for your wickedness has gone forth against every man continually. Nahum 3:18-19, Lamsa Bible. Public domain.
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