LEB(i)
15 My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed; like a streambed of wadis* they flow away,
16 which are growing dark because of ice upon them, it will pile up snow.
17 In time they dry up, they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
18 The paths of their way wind around; they go up into the wasteland, and they perish.
19 The caravans of Tema looked; the traveling merchants of Sheba hope for them.
20 They are disappointed, because they trusted; they came ⌊here⌋* and they are confounded.
21 "For now you* have become ⌊such⌋;* you see terrors, and you fear.
22 Is it because I have said, 'Give to me,' or,* 'Offer a bribe for me from your wealth'?
23 or,* 'Save me from the foe's hand,' or,* 'Ransom me from the tyrants' hand'?