The paper reeds by the brooks, by the mouth of the brooks, and every thing sown by the brooks, shall wither, be driven away, and be no more.
And, behold, there came up out of the river seven well-favored kine and fat-fleshed; and they fed in a meadow.
Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters, that send forth thither the feet of the ox and the ass.
Because the ground is chapped, for there was no rain in the earth, the plowmen were ashamed, they covered their heads.
And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.