He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

His roots below dry up,
and his branches above wither away.

My roots will have access to water,
and the dew will rest on my branches all night.

Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,

He is full of strength before the sun, and his branches go out over his garden.

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 covered by the branches of the trees; the grasses of the stream are round him.

Before his time he will be paid in full, and his branches will not flourish.

He shall shake off his unripe grapes like the vine, and shall cast off his blossom like the olive.