For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, - For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!

And the waters shall be dried up from the great stream, - And the River, shall waste and be dry;

I, have digged, and drunk waters, - That I may dry up, with the soles of my feet, all the Nile-streams of Egypt.

I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, - And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:

Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:

Art not thou that which dried up - The Sea, The waters of the mighty Deep, - That which made of the abysses of the sea a road for the passing over of the redeemed?

And let not the son of the foreigner, who hath joined himself unto Yahweh, speak, saying, Yahweh, will separate, me from his people, Neither let the eunuch, say, Lo! I, am a tree dried up!