11 Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the meadow grow without water?
12 Whilst it is yet in its greenness and not cut down, it withers before any other herb.
13 So are the paths of all that forget God, and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish.
14 For his hope shall be cut off, and his trust is a spider’s web.
15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand; he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.
16 Like a tree, he is green before the sun, and his branches go forth over his garden;
17 his roots weave themselves around a spring and secure themselves even in a stony place.