The grass-lands by the Nile, and everything planted by the Nile, will become dry, or taken away by the wind, and will come to an end.
And out of the Nile came seven cows, good-looking and fat, and their food was the river-grass.
Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour.
Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations.
Happy are you who are planting seed by all the waters, and sending out the ox and the ass.
Those who do work on the land are in fear, for there has been no rain on the land, and the farmers are shamed, covering their heads.
And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.