Quotes About Nature

The waters of the Nile will dry up, and the riverbed will be parched and empty.

The canals will stink; the streams of Egypt will trickle and dry up; the reeds and rushes will wither.

The bulrushes by the Nile, by the mouth of the river, and all the fields sown along the Nile, will wither, blow away, and be no more.

Then the fishermen will mourn, all who cast a hook into the Nile will lament, and those who spread nets on the waters will pine away.

Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”

The earth mourns and withers; the world languishes and fades; the exalted of the earth waste away.

The earth is utterly broken apart, the earth is split open, the earth is shaken violently.

In that day: “Sing about a fruitful vineyard.

For the fortified city lies deserted—a homestead abandoned, a wilderness forsaken. There the calves graze, and there they lie down; they strip its branches bare.

The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest: Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.

Does the plowman plow for planting every day? Does he continuously loosen and harrow the soil?

When he has leveled its surface, does he not sow caraway and scatter cumin? He plants wheat in rows and barley in plots, and rye within its border.

Surely caraway is not threshed with a sledge, and the wheel of a cart is not rolled over the cumin. But caraway is beaten out with a stick, and cumin with a rod.

In a very short time, will not Lebanon become an orchard, and the orchard seem like a forest?

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,

For the palace will be forsaken, the busy city abandoned. The hill and the watchtower will become caves forever—the delight of wild donkeys and a pasture for flocks—

until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high. Then the desert will be an orchard, and the orchard will seem like a forest.

But hail will level the forest, and the city will sink to the depths.

Blessed are those who sow beside abundant waters, who let the ox and donkey range freely.

The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is ashamed and decayed. Sharon is like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.

All the stars of heaven will be dissolved. The skies will be rolled up like a scroll, and all their stars will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like foliage from the fig tree.

Her towers will be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She will become a haunt for jackals, an abode for ostriches.

There the owl will make her nest; she will lay and hatch her eggs and gather her brood under her shadow. Even there the birds of prey will gather, each with its mate.

The wilderness and the land will be glad; the desert will rejoice and blossom like a rose.