So shall all the trees of the field know that I Yahweh Have laid low the high tree Have exalted the low tree, Have dried up the moist tree, And have caused to flourish the tree, that was dry, - I, Yahweh, have spoken, and performed.

Then was she uprooted in indignation To the ground, was she east, And an east wind, dried up her fruit, - Broken off and withered were her staves of power, A fire, devoured them.

Then said he unto me, Son of man. These bones, are all the house of Israel, - Lo! they are saying. Dried are our bones, and lost is our hope We are quite cut off!