The rushes by the Nile, by the edge of the Nile, and all the fields planted beside the Nile will dry up, be blown away, and disappear.
Suddenly, seven nice-looking, well-fed cows came up from the river and began to graze among the reeds.
Travel through your country like the Nile, people of Tarshish. You no longer have a harbor.
The grain of Shihor is on the Mediterranean. The harvest of the Nile River is brought to Tyre. Tyre became the marketplace for the nations.
Blessed are those who plant beside every stream and those who let oxen and donkeys roam freely.
The ground is cracked because there has been no rain in the land. The farmers are disappointed. They cover their heads.
Now it is planted in the desert, in a dry and waterless land.