The bulrushesby the Nile,by the edgeof the NileAnd allthe sownfieldsby the NileWill becomedry,be drivenaway,and be nomore.
And lo,from the Nilethere cameup sevencows,sleekand fat;and they grazedin the marshgrass.
Overflowyour landlike the Nile,O daughterof Tarshish,Thereis nomorerestraint.
And [were] on manywaters.The grainof the Nile,the harvestof the Riverwas her revenue;And she was the marketof nations.
How blessedwill you be, you who sowbesideallwaters,Who letout freelythe oxand the donkey.
"Becausethe groundis cracked,For there has beennorainon the land;The farmershave beenputto shame,They have coveredtheir heads.
And nowit is plantedin the wilderness,In a dryand thirstyland.
