My roots reach the water, and dew lies on my branches all night.
Below his roots dry up, and above his branches wither.
“Then I thought, ‘I will die in my nest, and multiply my days like the sand.
he entwines his roots around a heap of stones, and looks for a place between the rocks.
He will be like a planted tree over streams of water, producing its fruit during its season. Its leaf never droops— but in all he does, he succeeds.
For he will be like a tree planted by the waters, spreading out its roots by a stream. It has no fear when heat comes, but its leaves will be green. It does not worry in a year of drought, nor depart from yielding fruit.