The fishermen will groan and lament, all who cast hooks into the Nile; those who throw nets on the water will pine away.
The wicked foe pulls all of them up with hooks, he catches them in his net, he gathers them up in his dragnet; and so he rejoices and is glad.
Fishermen will stand along the shore; from En Gedi to En Eglaim there will be places for spreading nets. The fish will be of many kinds—like the fish of the Mediterranean Sea.
We remember the fish we ate in Egypt at no cost—also the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions and garlic.
The fish in the Nile died, and the river smelled so bad that the Egyptians could not drink its water. Blood was everywhere in Egypt.
“ ‘We played the pipe for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.’
Is he to keep on emptying his net, destroying nations without mercy?