His roots wrap around the rock heap, And look for a place in the stones.

他的根盘绕石堆，扎入石地。

他的根盘绕石堆，钻入石缝。

他的根盘绕石堆，钻入石缝。

根茎盘绕石堆，深深扎入石缝。

它的根缠绕石堆，扎入石地之中。

他的根盤繞石堆，扎入石地。

他的根盤繞石堆，鑽入石縫。

他的根盤繞石堆，鑽入石縫。

根莖盤繞石堆，深深扎入石縫。

它的根纏繞石堆，扎入石地之中。

他的根盤繞着石堆，扎入了石溫室。

根繞壘、深及石、

根繞壘、藤緣石、

根盤壘上、入於石中、

it entwines its roots around a pile of rocks and looks for a place among the stones.

It wraps its roots around a pile of rocks. It tries to find places to grow among the stones.

His roots entwine the stone heap; he looks upon a house of stones.

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

His roots are intertwined around a pile of rocks. He looks for a home among the stones.

His roots wrap around a rock pile, He grasps a house of stones.

His roots are wrapped about the stone- heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.

His roots are intertwined around a pile of rocks. He looks for a home among the stones.

His roots are wrapped about the heap,[ and] seeth the place of stones.

It wraps its roots around a heap of stones and it looks for a place among stones.

His roots are wrapped around the rock pile. He sees the place of stones.

His roots are dried out below, And his branch withers above.

Therefore, as the fire devours the stubble, And the flame consumes the chaff, So their root will be as rottenness, And their blossom will ascend like dust; Because they have rejected the law of the Lord of hosts, And despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.

My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lies all night on my branch.

Now in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

Scarcely shall they be planted, Scarcely shall they be sown, Scarcely shall their stock take root in the earth, When He will also blow on them, And they will wither, And the whirlwind will take them away like stubble.

These are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots;

Righteous are You, O Lord, when I plead with You; Yet let me talk with You about Your judgments. Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why are those happy who deal so treacherously?You have planted them, yes, they have taken root; They grow, yes, they bear fruit. You are near in their mouth But far from their mind.