There was also another great eagle with great wings and much plumage. And behold, this vine bent its roots toward him and shot forth its branches toward him, that he might water it by the bed where it was planted.
Say: Thus says the Lord God: Will it thrive? Will he not pull up its roots and cut off its fruit, so that it withers, so that all its spring leaves wither? It will not take a great power or many people to pull it from its roots.
The waters made it great; the deep set it up on high. With its rivers it continually ran all around its plants, and sent out its little rivers to all the trees of the field.