¹¹ though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning^(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest^(B) will be as nothing^(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable^(D) pain.^(E)

³ The nobles send their servants for water;
    they go to the cisterns
    but find no water.^(A)
They return with their jars unfilled;
    dismayed and despairing,
    they cover their heads.^(B)

⁴ The ground is cracked
    because there is no rain in the land;^(A)
the farmers are dismayed
    and cover their heads.