Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

“Let his flesh be restored and become fresher than in youth;
Let him return to the days of his youthful strength.

To satisfy the desolate and waste ground; and to cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth?

Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?