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

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope hath he removed like a tree.

The clods of the valley will be sweet to him, and every man will draw after him, as there are innumerable before him.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

If my heart hath been deceived by a woman, or if I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;

Did I fear a great multitude, or did the contempt of families terrify me, that I kept silence, and went not out of the door?

Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?