yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.
But man dies and is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?
Though its root becomes old in the earth, and its stump dies in the dust,
Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters; she was fruitful and full of branches because of many waters.
Its leaves were beautiful, and its fruit plentiful, and in it was food for all. The animals of the field sought shade under it, and the birds of the heavens lived in its boughs, and all flesh was fed by it.