Job 8:17
By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
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15He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
16Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
18If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
19Lo, this `is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
17His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
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.
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.
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.
7And there is another great eagle, Great-winged, and abounding with feathers, And lo, this vine hath bent its roots toward him, And its thin shoots it hath sent out toward him, To water it from the furrows of its planting,
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.'
9Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.
10Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.
12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
19My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
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.
14He is calling mightily, and thus hath said, Cut down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its budding, move away let the beast from under it, and the birds from off its branches;
15but the stump of its roots leave in the earth, even with a band of iron and brass, in the tender grass of the field, and with the dew of the heavens is it wet, and with the beasts `is' his portion in the herb of the earth;
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.
9Thou hast looked before it, and dost root it, And it filleth the land,
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.
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.
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;
32Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
33He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
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,
35I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,
18And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.
8Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
3I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,
10Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,
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.
18Light he `is' on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
5For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath `one' cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.
14Cutting down to himself cedars, He taketh also a cypress, and an oak, And he strengtheneth `it' for himself Among the trees of a forest, He hath planted an ash, and the shower doth nourish `it'.
15And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,
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.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.