The bulrushes by the Nile, by the edge of the Nile
And all the sown fields by the Nile
Will become dry, be driven away, and be no more.

And the fishermen will lament,
And all those who cast a line into the Nile will mourn,
And those who spread nets on the waters will pine away.

And were on many waters.
The grain of the Nile, the harvest of the River was her revenue;
And she was the market of nations.

Overflow your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish,
There is no more restraint.