Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water?

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, Much elder than thy father.

(Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, And cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.