⁹ There will be no flax for the harvesters,
    no thread for the weavers.

⁷ Your sails were made of Egypt’s finest linen,
    and they flew as a banner above you.
You stood beneath blue and purple awnings
    made bright with dyes from the coasts of Elishah.

¹⁶ My bed is spread with beautiful blankets,
    with colored sheets of Egyptian linen.