¹⁹ My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

³ And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.

⁸ And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.

¹⁶ From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

⁵ I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.

⁶ Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

⁷ Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive `as' corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial `is' as wine of Lebanon.