"His rootswraparounda rockpile,He graspsa houseof stones.
"His rootsare driedbelow,And his branchis cutoffabove.
My rootis spreadout to the waters,And dewliesall nighton my branch.
"He thrivesbeforethe sun,And his shootsspreadout overhis garden.
"Ifhe is removedfrom his place,Then it will denyhim, [saying], 'I neversawyou.'
Scarcelyhave they been planted,Scarcelyhave they been sown,Scarcelyhas their stocktakenrootin the earth,But He merelyblowson them, and they wither,And the stormcarriesthem away like stubble.
Therefore,as a tongueof fireconsumesstubbleAnd drygrasscollapsesinto the flame,So their rootwill becomelike rotand their blossomblowawayas dust;For they have rejectedthe lawof the LORDof hostsAnd despisedthe wordof the HolyOneof Israel.
As they were passingby in the morning,they sawthe fig treewitheredfrom the roots[up].
These are the menwho are hidden reefsin your love feastswhen they feastwith you without fear,caringfor themselves;cloudswithout water,carried alongby winds;autumntreeswithout fruit,doublydead,uprooted;
