When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

And I, as a green olive in the house of God, I have trusted in the kindness of God, To the age and for ever,

Instead of the thorn come up doth fir, Instead of the brier come up doth myrtle, And it hath been to Jehovah for a name, For a sign age-during -- it is not cut off!

They do not build, and another inhabit, They do not plant, and another eat, For as the days of a tree [are] the days of My people, And the work of their hands wear out do My chosen ones.

I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.

Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

Satisfied [are] the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,

The mountains and all heights, Fruit tree, and all cedars,

And I -- I have destroyed the Amorite from before them, Whose height [is] as the height of cedars, And strong he [is] as the oaks, And I destroy his fruit from above, And his roots from beneath.