Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And bring forth boughs like a plant.
Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;
But man dieth, and wasteth away: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
the leaves thereof were fair, and the fruit thereof much, and in it was meat for all: the beasts of the field had shadow under it, and the fowls of the heaven dwelt in the boughs thereof, and all flesh was fed of it.