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

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

¹⁵ My companions are treacherous like a torrent bed,
    like swollen streams that pass away,^(A)
16 that run dark with ice,
    turbid with melting snow.
¹⁷ In time of heat they disappear;
    when it is hot, they vanish from their place.^(B)
18 The caravans turn aside from their course;
    they go up into the waste and perish.