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

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;

⁵ And failed have waters from the sea, And a river is wasted and dried up.

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

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.