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

The fishermen will lament, and all those who fish in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the waters will languish.

On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.

Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.