Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.

For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.

And we are as unclean -- all of us, And as a garment passing away, all our righteous acts; And we fade as a leaf -- all of us. And our iniquities as wind do take us away.

My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

Ephraim hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

and the sun having risen they were scorched, and through not having root, they withered,

and the sun having risen, it was scorched, and because of not having root it did wither;

if any one may not remain in me, he was cast forth without as the branch, and was withered, and they gather them, and cast to fire, and they are burned;