15 My brothers are treacherous as a torrent-bed,as torrential streams that pass away,
16 which are dark with ice,and where the snow hides itself.
17 When they melt, they disappear;when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
18 The caravans turn aside from their course;they go up into the waste and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema look,the travelers of Sheba hope.
20 They are ashamed because they were confident;they come there and are disappointed.
21 For you have now become nothing;you see my calamity and are afraid.