^11 (A)As waters fail from a lake
    and a river wastes away and dries up,

¹⁸ Why is my pain unceasing,
    ^(A)my wound incurable,
    refusing to be healed?
Will you be to me ^(B)like a deceitful brook,
    like waters that fail?

¹⁵ My ^(A)brothers are ^(B)treacherous as a torrent-bed,
    as torrential ^(C)streams that pass away,
¹⁶ which are dark with ice,
    and where the snow hides itself.
¹⁷ When they melt, they disappear;
    when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
¹⁸ The caravans turn aside from their course;
    they go up into ^(D)the waste and perish.