Ki HaAdam

    Because the man is the tree of the field;
    Like the tree the man grows up.
    Like the the man, the tree also gets uprooted,
    And I surely do not know
    where I have been and where I will be,
    like the tree of the field.

    Because the man is the tree of the field;
    Like the tree he aspires upwards.
    Like the man, he gets burnt in fire,
    And I surely do not know
    where I have been and where will I be,
    like the tree of the field.

    Because the man is the tree of the field;
    Like the tree he is thirsty to water.
    Like the man, thirsty he remains,
    And I surely do not know
    where I have been and where will I be,
    like the tree of the field.

    I've loved, and I've hated;
    I've tasted both this and that;
    I was buried in a plot of land;
    And it's bitter, it's bitter in my mouth,
    Like the tree of the field;
    Like the tree of the field.