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

In that day sung is this song in the land of Judah: 'We have a strong city, Salvation He doth make walls and bulwark.

And I encamped, O babbler, against thee, And I laid siege against thee -- a camp. And I raised up against thee bulwarks.

And as a dream, a vision of night, hath been The multitude of all the nations Who are warring against Ariel, And all its warriors, and its bulwark, Even of those distressing her.

I -- I have dug and drunk waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.