Job 8:11
`Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
`Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
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12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
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.
8On a good field, by many waters, it is planted, To make branches, and to bear fruit, To be for an goodly vine.
9Say: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It prospereth -- its roots doth he not draw out, And its fruit cut off, and it is withered? `In' all the leaves of its springing it withereth, And not by great strength, and by a numerous people, To lift it up by its roots.
10And lo, the planted thing -- doth it prosper? When come against it doth the east wind, Doth it not utterly wither? On the furrows of its springing it withereth.'
11And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying:
10Do they not shew thee -- speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?
5Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
26To cause `it' to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.
27To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass?
28Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
4And they have sprung up as among grass, As willows by streams of water.
30For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.
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.
25A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
6And they have turned away the flowings, Weak and dried up have been brooks of the bulwark, Reed and flag have withered.
7Exposed things by the brook, by the edge of the brook, And every sown thing of the brook, hath withered, It hath been driven away, and is not.
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,
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.
11doth the fountain out of the same opening pour forth the sweet and the bitter?
12is a fig-tree able, my brethren, olives to make? or a vine figs? so no fountain salt and sweet water `is able' to make.
11In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap `is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
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.
11Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.
24Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.
19My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
22Cover him do shades, `with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
7Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;
2For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
27And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
6As valleys they have been stretched out, As gardens by a river; As aloes Jehovah hath planted, As cedars by waters;
11for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!
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.
6For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.
9Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
7And the mirage hath become a pond, And the thirsty land fountains of waters, In the habitation of dragons, Its place of couching down, a court for reed and rush.
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.
11It sendeth forth its branches unto the sea, And unto the river its sucklings.
6`And other fell upon the rock, and having sprung up, it did wither, through not having moisture.
7`And other fell amidst the thorns, and the thorns having sprung up with it, did choke it.
7When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
7And he is fair in his greatness, In the length of his thin shoots, For his root hath been by great waters.
4Because the ground hath been broken, For there hath been no rain in the land, Ashamed have been husbandmen, They have covered their head.