My rootis spreadout to the waters,And dewliesall nighton my branch.
"His rootsare driedbelow,And his branchis cutoffabove.
"Then I thought,'I shall diein my nest,And I shall multiply[my] daysas the sand.
"His rootswraparounda rockpile,He graspsa houseof stones.
He will be like a tree[firmly] plantedby streamsof water,Whichyieldsits fruitin its seasonAnd its leafdoes not wither;And in whateverhe does,he prospers.
"For he will be like a treeplantedby the water,That extendsits rootsby a streamAnd will not fearwhenthe heatcomes;But its leaveswill be green,And it will not be anxiousin a yearof droughtNorceaseto yieldfruit.
