Leeser(i)
15 My brothers are treacherous as a brook, like flowing brooks they pass along;
16 Which are made turbid by reason of the ice, wherein the snow hideth itself;
17 At the time when they feel the warmth, they vanish; when it is hot, they are quenched out of their place.
18 The paths of their course wind themselves along; they go in the wilderness and are lost.