He is green before the sun, and his branch shoots forth in his garden.
I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His roots are wrapped about the heap, and sees the place of stones.
She sent out her boughs to the sea, and her branches to the river.
The LORD called your name, A green olive tree, fair, and of goodly fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he has kindled fire on it, and the branches of it are broken.