The bulrushes by the Nile, by the mouth of the Nile, and everything sown by the Nile will wither, blow away and be no more.
Then behold, there were seven cows, good-looking and beefy, and they grazed in the reeds.
Overflow through your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! There is no restraint any more.
On many waters the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile was her revenue and a marketplace of nations.
Blessed are you, sowing by all waters, letting the feet of the ox and the donkey range free.
Because the ground is cracked, since there has been no rain in the land, the farmers are ashamed— they cover their heads.
Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.