And thou shalt know that thy seed is numerous, and thine offspring as the herb of the earth.

Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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