Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.
But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;
Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
Its leaves were fair and it had much fruit, and in it was food enough for all: the beasts of the field had shade under it, and the birds of heaven were resting in its branches, and it gave food to all living things.