¹⁷ Its roots grow down through a pile of stones;
    it takes hold on a bed of rocks.

²⁴ They hardly get started, barely taking root,
    when he blows on them and they wither.
    The wind carries them off like chaff.

²⁴ Therefore, just as fire licks up stubble
    and dry grass shrivels in the flame,
so their roots will rot
    and their flowers wither.
For they have rejected the law of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies;
    they have despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.

¹⁹ For I am like a tree whose roots reach the water,
    whose branches are refreshed with the dew.

¹⁶ Their roots will dry up,
    and their branches will wither.