He grows green in the sun, and his branch shoots forth in his garden.
I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His roots are wrapped about the stone heap, and looks for a place in the stones.
It sent out its boughs unto the sea, and its branches unto the river.
The LORD called your name, A green olive tree, fair, and with good fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he has kindled fire upon it, and the branches of it are broken.