My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.'

"Remember, now, whoever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

"For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

His roots shall be dried up beneath. Above shall his branch be cut off.