11. `Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
12. While it [is] in its budding--uncropped, Even before any herb it withereth.
13. So [are] the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
14. Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
15. He leaneth on his house--and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it--and it abideth not.
16. Green he [is] before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.