He is green before the sun, and his shoots go forth over his garden.
It sent out its branches to the sea, and its shoots to the River.
LORD called thy name, A green olive tree, fair with goodly fruit. With the noise of a great tumult he has kindled fire upon it, and the branches of it are broken.
I have seen the foolish taking root, but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His roots are wrapped around the [stone] heap. He beholds the place of stones.