He grows green in the sun, And his branches spread out in his garden.
She sent out her boughs to the Sea, And her branches to the River.
The Lord called your name, Green Olive Tree, Lovely and of Good Fruit. With the noise of a great tumult He has kindled fire on it, And its branches are broken.
I have seen the foolish taking root, But suddenly I cursed his dwelling place.
His roots wrap around the rock heap, And look for a place in the stones.