"At the sound of the cry of your pilots The pasture lands will shake.
The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.
The waves and the countryside shake at the [piercing] sound of the [hopeless, wailing] cry of your pilots.
At the sound of the cry of thy pilots the suburbs shall shake.
At your helmsmen’s cries for help, the troubled waters seethe.
Your fleets will be disturbed by the sound of an outcry from your navigators.
