Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,

A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.