15 He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
16 Green he 'is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
17 By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
18 If 'one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
19 Lo, this 'is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'
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