Below his roots dry up, and his branches wither above.

It wraps its roots around a heap of stones and it looks for a place among stones.

I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily, he will send down his roots like a cedar of Lebanon.

They will be like a tree planted near a stream whose roots spread out toward the water. It has nothing to fear when the heat comes. Its leaves are always green. It has no need to be concerned in a year of drought. It does not stop bearing fruit.