And the Lord will utterly destroyThe tongue of the Sea of Egypt;And He will wave His hand over the RiverWith His scorching wind;And He will strike it into seven streamsAnd make men walk over dry-shod.

The canals will emit a stench,The streams of Egypt will thin out and dry up;The reeds and rushes will rot away.

On every lofty mountain and on every high hill there will be streams running with water on the day of the great slaughter, when the towers fall.

Each will be like a refuge from the windAnd a shelter from the storm,Like streams of water in a dry country,Like the shade of a huge rock in a parched land.

Its streams will be turned into pitch,And its loose earth into brimstone,And its land will become burning pitch.

Then the lame will leap like a deer,And the tongue of the mute will shout for joy.For waters will break forth in the wildernessAnd streams in the Arabah.

‘For I will pour out water on the thirsty landAnd streams on the dry ground;I will pour out My Spirit on your offspringAnd My blessing on your descendants;

And they will spring up among the grassLike poplars by streams of water.’