The meadows by the Nile, by the brink of the Nile, and all the sown fields of the Nile, shall become dry, be driven away, and be no more.

And the fishers shall lament, and all they that cast angle into the Nile shall mourn, and they that spread nets upon the waters shall languish.

And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations.

Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no restraint any more.