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 mountains were covered with its shade, and the great trees with its branches.

It sent out its arms to the Sea, and its branches to the River.

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.

The birds of the air have their resting-places by them, and make their song among the branches.

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

Come back, O God of armies: from heaven let your eyes be turned to this vine, and give your mind to it,