⁷ Ty mitt folks håg står till avfall från mig; och huru mycket man än kallar dem till den som är därovan, så höjer sig ändå ingen.

¹⁰ Thus were the visions of my head on my bed: I saw, and behold, a tree in the midst of the earth; and its height was great.

¹¹ The tree grew, and was strong, and its height reached to the sky, and its sight to the end of all the earth.

¹² The leaves of it were beautiful, and its fruit much, and in it was food for all: the animals of the field had shadow under it, and the birds of the sky lived in its branches, and all flesh was fed from it.

¹³ I saw in the visions of my head on my bed, and behold, a watcher and a holy one came down from the sky.

¹⁴ He cried aloud, and said thus, Cut down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its fruit: let the animals get away from under it, and the fowls from its branches.