`Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
and lo, from the River coming up are seven kine, of fair appearance, and fat `in' flesh, and they feed among the reeds;
Do they not shew thee -- speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?
While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
and she hath not been able any more to hide him, and she taketh for him an ark of rushes, and daubeth it with bitumen and with pitch, and putteth the lad in it, and putteth `it' in the weeds by the edge of the River;