"He thrivesbeforethe sun,And his shootsspreadout overhis garden.
"I have seenthe foolishtakingroot,And I cursedhis abodeimmediately.
"His rootswraparounda rockpile,He graspsa houseof stones.
It was sendingout its branchesto the seaAnd its shootsto the River.
The LORDcalledyour name,"A greenolivetree,beautifulin fruitand form";With the noiseof a greattumultHe has kindledfireon it, And its branchesare worthless.
