Exposed things by the brook, by the edge of the brook, And every sown thing of the brook, hath withered, It hath been driven away, and is not.
and lo, from the River coming up are seven kine, of fair appearance, and fat [in] flesh, and they feed among the reeds;
Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.
Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
Because the ground hath been broken, For there hath been no rain in the land, Ashamed have been husbandmen, They have covered their head.
And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.