Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
But man dies, and wastes away: yes, man gives up the ghost, and where is he?
Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;
Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
The leaves thereof were fair, and the fruit thereof much, and in it was meat for all: the beasts of the field had shadow under it, and the fowls of the heaven dwelled in the boughs thereof, and all flesh was fed of it.