The river is in awful spate and the eddies gurgle with a roar. The wooden logs floating in the river alarmingly swing hither and thither as a result of wave action. The swimmers are afraid of the surge. Even those, who swim by the aid of leather bags, hazard not to do it under the above conditions. "O Lord! Help me to pass the current, particularly when the waves supervene in quick succession and are impervious."

The river with its roaring whirlpools is horrifying,
Logs hurtling downstream are whirled madly by waves,
Expert swimmers are afraid,
Even those who swim using inflated goatskin dare not,
Help me through, o Lord, where the waves block my way.