NAHUM - Chapter 3 : 17

Your guardsmen are like the swarming locust. Your 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.
NAHUM (3 :17)

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