And, their nobles have sent their menials to the waters,—They have been to the pits, They have found no water They have returned, their vessels empty, They are pale and ashamed and have covered their heads.
A Melody of David. When he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee,—My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land—dry, and weary for want of water,—
Then departed the king of Israel, and the king of Judah, and the king of Edom, and went round, a journey of seven days,—and there was no water for the host, nor for the cattle that went with them.
As for the smith, with his cutting-tool,—When he hath wrought in the live coals, And, with hammers, hath fashioned it,—And hath wrought it with his strong arm, Anon he is hungry, and hath no strength, He hath drunk no water and so hath become faint!
So Abraham rose up early in the morning—and took bread and a skin of water and gave unto hagar,—putting them on her shoulder and the child, and sent her forth,—so she went her way and wandered, in the desert of Beer-sheba.
and went and sat her down over against him at a distance like as of such as draw the bow, for she said Let me not look upon the death of the child,—So she sat down over against him, and the boy lifted up his voice, and wept
And she said—By the life of Yahweh, thy God, verily I have not a cake, only a handful of meal in the jar, and a little oil in the cruse,—and lo! I have been gathering a couple of sticks, so I shall go in and make it ready for me and for my son, that we may eat it—and die!