"If a tree be cut down, there is some hope yet, that it will sprout and shoot forth the branches again;

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am undone: My hope hath he taken away from me, as it were a tree plucked up by the root.

O that all compassion upon them were forgotten: that their dainties were worms, that they were clean put out of remembrance, and utterly hewn down like an unfruitful tree.

He spreadeth out his tail like a Cedar tree, all his sinews are stiff.