He is full of strength before the sun, and his branches go out over his garden.
I have seen the foolish taking root, but suddenly the curse came on his house.
His roots are twisted round the stones, forcing their way in between them.
It sent out its arms to the Sea, and its branches to the River.
You had been named by the Lord, A branching olive-tree, fair with beautiful fruit: with the noise of a great rushing he has put it on fire and its branches are broken.