His roots shall be dried up beneath. Above shall his branch be cut off.

Behold, he withholds the waters, and they dry up. Again, he sends them out, and they overturn the earth.

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

He shall not depart out of darkness. The flame shall dry up his branches. By the breath of God's mouth shall he go away.

In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.