Yet at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant.
But man dies, and wastes away: yea, man expires, and where is he?
Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground;
Your mother is like a vine in your vineyard, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
Its leaves were fair, and its fruit much, and in it was food for all: the beasts of the field had shadow under it, and the fowls of the heaven dwelt in its boughs, and all flesh was fed from it.