He is a well-watered plant in the sun, spreading his shoots over his garden;
I myself have seen a fool taking root, but suddenly I cursed his dwelling.
he entwines his roots around a heap of stones, and looks for a place between the rocks.
The mountains were covered by its shade, the mighty cedars with its branches.
Adonai called your name— a leafy olive tree, beautiful with well-formed fruit. With the noise of a great tumult He has set it on fire, and its branches are broken.