Job 29:19
My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
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20My honour `is' fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
7For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
8If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
9From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.
4Waters have made it great, The deep hath exalted him with its flowings, Going round about its planting, And its conduits it hath sent forth unto all trees of the field.
5Therefore higher hath been his stature than all trees of the field, And multiplied are his boughs, and long are his branches, Because of many waters in his shooting forth,
6In his boughs made a nest hath every fowl of the heavens, And under his branches brought forth hath every beast of the field, And in his shade dwell do all great nations.
7And he is fair in his greatness, In the length of his thin shoots, For his root hath been by great waters.
8Cedars have not hid him in the garden of God, Firs have not been like unto his boughs, And chesnut-trees have not been as his branches, No tree in the garden of God hath been like unto him in his beauty,
9Fair I have made him in the multitude of his thin shoots, And envy him do all trees of Eden that `are' in the garden of God.
18And I say, `With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'
5I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.
6Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.
16Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
17By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
5And it taketh of the seed of the land, And doth put it in a field of seed, To take by many waters, In a conspicuous place it hath set it.
6And it springeth up, and becometh a spreading vine, humble of stature, To turn its thin shoots toward itself, And its roots are under it, And it becometh a vine, and maketh boughs, And sendeth forth beauteous branches.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
8And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.
12And cut him off do strangers, The terrible of nations, and they leave him, On the mountains and in all valleys have his thin shoots fallen, And broken are his boughs at all streams of the land, And go down from his shade do all peoples of the land, and they leave him.
13On his ruin dwell do all fowls of the heavens, And on his boughs have been all the beasts of the field,
14In order that none of the trees of the waters May become haughty because of their stature, Nor give their foliage between thickets, Nor any drinking waters stand up unto them in their haughtiness, For all of them are given up to death, Unto the earth -- the lower part, In the midst of the sons of men, Unto those going down to the pit.
10Covered have been hills `with' its shadow, And its boughs `are' cedars of God.
11It sendeth forth its branches unto the sea, And unto the river its sucklings.
21Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
22Cover him do shades, `with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
10Thy mother `is' as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because of many waters.
11And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
12And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
23In a mountain -- the high place of Israel, I plant it, And it hath borne boughs, and yielded fruit, And become a goodly cedar, And dwelt under it have all birds of every wing, In the shade of its thin shoots they dwell.
11become great hath the tree, yea, strong, and its height doth reach to the heavens, and its vision to the end of the whole land;
12its leaves `are' fair, and its budding great, and food for all `is' in it: under it take shade doth the beast of the field, and in its boughs dwell do the birds of the heavens, and of it fed are all flesh.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
6As valleys they have been stretched out, As gardens by a river; As aloes Jehovah hath planted, As cedars by waters;
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
8On a good field, by many waters, it is planted, To make branches, and to bear fruit, To be for an goodly vine.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
4For thus said Jehovah unto me, `I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
24I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
3And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.
30For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
2Drop as rain doth My doctrine; Flow as dew doth My sayings; As storms on the tender grass, And as showers on the herb,
4As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
16Satisfied `are' the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.