He is green before the sun, and his branch shoots forth in his garden.
Yes, I saw the foolish taking root, and quickly I cursed his dwelling.
His roots are wrapped around the rock heap, and he sees the place of stones.
It sent out its branches to the sea and its shoots to the Euphrates River.
The Lord called your name, “A green olive tree, fair in fruit and form.” With the noise of a great tumult He has kindled fire upon it, and its branches are broken.