Joseph is a fruitful bough, even a fruitful bough by a well; whose branches run over the wall:

Drink waters out of thine own cistern, and running waters out of thine own well.

Let them be only thine own, and not strangers' with thee.

Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

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

That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

The LORD called thy name, A green olive tree, fair, and of goodly fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he hath kindled fire upon it, and the branches of it are broken.

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

They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn, and grow as the vine: the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon.

For if thou wert cut out of the olive tree which is wild by nature, and wert graffed contrary to nature into a good olive tree: how much more shall these, which be the natural branches, be graffed into their own olive tree?

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.