But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams,1 as the streams that overflow
when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,217
but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat3 vanish from their channels.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema4 look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba5 look in hope.
They are distressed, because they had been confident; they arrive there, only to be disappointed.6