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 shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, And shall cast off his flower as the olive-tree.

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, And all men shall draw after him, As there were innumerable before him.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;

Because I feared the great multitude, And the contempt of families terrified me, So that I kept silence, and went not out of the door-

Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?