⁶ And they have turned away the flowings, Weak and dried up have been brooks of the bulwark, Reed and flag have withered.

²⁵ I -- I have dug and drunk waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.

³ 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;

¹¹ `Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

¹⁸ and the fish that `are' in the River die, and the River hath stank, and the Egyptians have been wearied of drinking waters from the River.'

²⁴ I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.

⁶ For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

² That is sending by sea ambassadors, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters, -- Go, ye light messengers, Unto a nation drawn out and peeled, Unto a people fearful from its beginning and onwards, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.