For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.

He is like a vine whose grapes do not come to full growth, or an olive-tree dropping its flowers.

I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.

The public place of his town has no more knowledge of him, and his name has gone from the memory of men: he is rooted up like a dead tree.