⁷ 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.

³ And in many waters `is' the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook `is' her increase, And she is a mart of nations.

²⁰ Happy `are' ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!

⁴ Because the ground hath been broken, For there hath been no rain in the land, Ashamed have been husbandmen, They have covered their head.

¹³ And now -- it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.

¹⁷ Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.

¹⁸ How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.