For he will be like a tree planted by the water That extends its roots by a stream, And does not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought, Nor cease to yield fruit.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which looks toward Damascus.
He will be like a tree planted by streams of water, Which yields its fruit in its season, And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers.