Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters, that send forth thither the feet of the ox and the ass.

And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered. How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

Because the ground is chapt, for there was no rain in the earth, the plowmen were ashamed, they covered their heads.