At the scentof waterit will flourishAnd putforthsprigslikea plant.
"But mandiesand liesprostrate.Manexpires,and whereis he?
"Thoughits rootsgrowoldin the groundAnd its stumpdiesin the drysoil,
Your motherwas like a vinein your vineyard, Plantedby the waters;It was fruitfuland fullof branchesBecauseof abundantwaters.
Its foliage[was] beautifuland its fruitabundant,And in it [was] foodfor all.The beastsof the fieldfoundshadeunderit, And the birdsof the skydweltin its branches,And alllivingcreaturesfedthemselves from it.
