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All the birds of the air
    rested in its boughs.
Under its branches, all the wild animals of the field
    gave birth to their young,
and numerous people of every race
    dwelt in its shade.
It was beautiful and stately
    in the length of its branches,
for its roots sank down
    to a source of abundant water.
The cedars in the garden of God
    could not compare with it,
    nor could the fir trees equal its boughs.
No plane tree had such branches;
    no tree in the garden of God
    could equal its beauty.

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