His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive tree, and his fragrance as Lebanon.

Ephraim shall say, What have I to do any more with idols? I have heard him, and observed him: I am like a green cypress tree. In me is your fruit found.

He has laid my vine waste, and splintered my fig tree: he has stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.

But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God: I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever.

For they also built them high places, and images, and idol poles, on every high hill, and under every green tree.