^{7 Ref} For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

^{8 Ref} If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,

^{9 Ref} From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

^{10 Ref} And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?

^{11 Ref} Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.

^{12 Ref} And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.