He is green before the sun,\par\tab And his shoots go forth over his garden.
It sent out its branches unto the sea,\par\tab And its shoots unto the River.
Jehovah called thy name, A green olive-tree, fair with goodly fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he hath kindled fire upon it, and the branches of it are broken.
I have seen the foolish taking root:\par\tab But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His roots are wrapped about the {\i stone}-heap,\par\tab He beholdeth the place of stones.