⁷ The papyrus reeds by ^[a]the River, by the mouth of the River,
And everything sown by the River,
Will wither, be driven away, and be no more.

¹⁷ The seed shrivels under the clods,
Storehouses are in shambles;
Barns are broken down,
For the grain has withered.
¹⁸ How ^(A)the animals groan!
The herds of cattle are restless,
Because they have no pasture;
Even the flocks of sheep ^[a]suffer punishment.

¹³ And now she is planted in the wilderness,
In a dry and thirsty land.

⁴ Because the ground is parched,
For there was ^(A)no rain in the land,
The plowmen were ashamed;
They covered their heads.

³ And on great waters the grain of Shihor,
The harvest of ^[a]the River, is her revenue;
And ^(A)she is a marketplace for the nations.