the reeds beside the Nile; all that is sown by the Nile will dry up, be driven away, and be no more.
Now it is transplanted into the wilderness, into a dry and thirsty land.
because the ground is cracked. Because there has been no rain on the land, the farmers are dismayed; they cover their heads.
Happy will you be who sow beside every stream, who let the ox and the donkey range freely.
and were on the mighty waters; your revenue was the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile; you were the merchant of the nations.
and there came up out of the Nile seven sleek and fat cows, and they grazed in the reed grass.
Cross over to your own land, O ships of Tarshish; this is a harbor no more.