⁷ The paper reeds by the brooks, by the mouth of the brooks, and every thing sown by the brooks, shall wither, be driven away, and be no more.

³ And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

²⁰ Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters, that send forth thither the feet of the ox and the ass.

⁴ Because the ground is chapt, for there was no rain in the earth, the plowmen were ashamed, they covered their heads.

¹³ And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

¹⁷ The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

¹⁸ How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.