Your wife will be like a fruitful vine in the inner rooms of your house; your children will be like olive branches, as they sit all around your table.

She sent out her boughs to the sea, and her branches to the river.

By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches.

Its Shadow covered the mountains, and its branches the cedars of God.

You made ready a place for it, so that it might take deep root, and it sent out its branches over all the land.

The Lord is God, and he has given us light; let the holy dance be ordered with branches, even up to the horns of the altar.

Return, God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven and see;
take care of this vine,

You took a vine out of Egypt: driving out the nations, and planting it in their land.

He destroyeth with hail their vine, And their sycamores with frost,

And He smiteth their vine and their fig, And shivereth the trees of their border.