6 Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as  an hireling his day.
         
                                
                        7 For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again  it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
         
                                
                        8 If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth  die in the dust,
         
                                
                        9 From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made  a crop as a plant.
         
                                
                        10 And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and  where [is] he?
         
                                
                        11 Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh  waste and dry.
         
                                
                        12 And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing  out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their  sleep.