and bulrushes on the bank of the Nile; All the sown land along the Nile shall dry up and blow away, and be no more.
when up out of the Nile came seven cows, fine-looking and fat; they grazed in the reed grass.
Cross to your own land, ship of Tarshish; the harbor is no more.
over the deep waters, Whose revenue was the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, you who were the merchant among the nations.
Happy are you who sow beside every stream, and let the ox and the donkey go freely!
because of the ruined soil; Because there is no rain in the land the farmers are confounded, they cover their heads.
Now she is planted in a wilderness, in a dry, parched land.