¹¹ As water disappears from the sea,
And a river becomes parched and dries up,

¹⁸ Why is my ^(A)pain perpetual
And my wound incurable,
Which refuses to be healed?
Will You surely be to me ^(B)like an unreliable stream,
As waters that ^[a]fail?

^15 (A)My brothers have dealt deceitfully like a brook,
^(B)Like the streams of the brooks that pass away,
¹⁶ Which are dark because of the ice,
And into which the snow vanishes.
¹⁷ When it is warm, they cease to flow;
When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
¹⁸ The paths of their way turn aside,
They go nowhere and perish.