From the smell of water it will break forth, and make foliage as a plant
Thy mother as a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and covered from much water.
If its root shall grow old in the earth, and its trunk shall die in the dust
And man will die and be weak: and man will expire, and where is he?
Its foliage beautiful, and its fruit great, and food for all in it: and the beasts of the open field will be shaded under it, the buds of the heavens will dwell in its boughs, and all flesh will be nourished from it