"Underthe lotusplantshe liesdown,In the covertof the reedsand the marsh.
And lo,from the Nilethere cameup sevencows,sleekand fat;and they grazedin the marshgrass.
"Surelythe mountainsbringhim food,And allthe beastsof the fieldplaythere.
"The lotusplantscoverhim with shade;The willowsof the brooksurroundhim.
Rebukethe beastsin the reeds,The herdof bullswith the calvesof the peoples,Tramplingunder footthe piecesof silver;He has scatteredthe peopleswho delightin war.
The scorchedlandwill becomea poolAnd the thirstygroundspringsof water;In the hauntof jackals,its restingplace,Grass[becomes] reedsand rushes.
