I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.

Thou wilt say then, The branches were broken off, that I might be graffed in.

For the fields of Heshbon languish, and the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the heathen have broken down the principal plants thereof, they are come even unto Jazer, they wandered through the wilderness: her branches are stretched out, they are gone over the sea.

They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches: so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the garden of God, envied him.