Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; thy nobles are at rest; thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them.

Sorrow! how are the keepers of your flock sleeping, O king of Assyria! your strong men are at rest; your people are wandering on the mountains, and there is no one to get them together.

Οι ποιμενες σου ενυσταξαν, βασιλευ της Ασσυριας· οι δυνατοι σου απεκοιμηθησαν· ο λαος σου εσκορπισθη επι τα ορη και δεν υπαρχει ο συναγων.

Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: thy nobles shall dwell in the dust: thy people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them.