I put life into their hearts again. But when I have dug out the fresh water for the plain and dry land where no water is, those who have thirst refresh themselves at my well-head. We take away the hand of summer and winter. Hoe, the binder, ties the sheaves. The solitary labourer and the destitute are supported.
People fight with grinding stones.
The sieve disputes with the strainer. The scribe will register your work, he will register your work.