There is hope for a tree;
If it is cut down, it will renew itself;
Its shoots will not cease.
If its roots are old in the earth,
And its stump dies in the ground,
At the scent of water it will bud
And produce branches like a sapling.
Grandchildren are the crown of their elders,
And the glory of children is their parents.
For the Lord does not reject forever,
But first afflicts, then pardons
In His abundant kindness