The waters of the river will dry up, and the riverbed will be parched and dry.
The canals will stink; the streams of Egypt will dwindle and dry up. The reeds and rushes will wither,
also the plants along the Nile, at the mouth of the river. Every sown field along the Nile will become parched, will blow away and be no more.
The fishermen will groan and lament, all who cast hooks into the Nile; those who throw nets on the water will pine away.
Those who work with combed flax will despair, the weavers of fine linen will lose hope.
The workers in cloth will be dejected, and all the wage earners will be sick at heart.
The officials of Zoan are nothing but fools; the wise counselors of Pharaoh give senseless advice. How can you say to Pharaoh, “I am one of the wise men, a disciple of the ancient kings”?
Where are your wise men now? Let them show you and make known what the LORD Almighty has planned against Egypt.
The officials of Zoan have become fools, the leaders of Memphis are deceived; the cornerstones of her peoples have led Egypt astray.
The LORD has poured into them a spirit of dizziness; they make Egypt stagger in all that she does, as a drunkard staggers around in his vomit.
There is nothing Egypt can do— head or tail, palm branch or reed.