Translations
The very day you plant them they spring to life, and by morning your seeds are already in full bloom — but when the day of grief arrives, the harvest will vanish, and only incurable anguish will remain.
On the day you plant them you make them shoot up, and by morning you make your seedlings blossom — yet the harvest shall flee in a day of sickness and desperate pain.
In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
though on the day you plant you make them grow, and on that morning you help your seed sprout—yet the harvest will vanish on the day of disease and incurable pain.

