The meadows by the Nile 1, by the brink of the Nile 1, and all the sown fields of the Nile 1, will become dry, be driven away, and be no more.
Behold, there came up out of the river seven cattle, sleek and fat, and they fed in the marsh grass.
Pass through your land like the Nile 1, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.
On great waters, the seed of the Shichor, the harvest of the Nile 1, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.
Blessed are you who sow beside all waters, who send out the feet of the ox and the donkey.
Because of the ground which is cracked, because no rain has been in the land, the plowmen are disappointed, they cover their heads.
Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.