yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth boughs like a plant.
But man dies and wastes away; yes, man gives up his breath, and where is he?
Though its root may grow old in the earth, and its stump may die in the ground,
Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, planted by the waters; it 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 animals of the field had shadow under it, and the fowl of the heavens lived in its boughs, and all flesh was fed of it.