The canals will stink; the streams of Egypt will trickle and then dry up; the bulrushes and reeds will decay,

A crushed reed he will not break, a dim wick he will not extinguish; he will faithfully make just decrees.

You did not buy me aromatic reeds; you did not present to me the fat of your sacrifices. Yet you burdened me with your sins; you made me weary with your evil deeds.