my roots spread out to the waters, with the dew all night on my branches,
His roots dry up beneath, and his branches wither above.
Then I thought, ‘I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand,
His roots twine about the stoneheap; he lives among the rocks.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.
He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.”