It shall never be inhabited forever, nor shall it be lived in from generation to generation; nor shall the Arabian pitch his tent there; nor shall the shepherds make their flocks lie down there.

And its streams shall be turned into pitch, and its dust to brimstone, and its land shall become burning pitch.

Take the millstones and grind meal. Push back your veil, draw up your skirt, uncover your leg, pass over the rivers.