נֵ֫צֶר

Then a shoot will spring up from the stump of Jesse, and a Branch from his roots will bear fruit.

But you are cast out of your grave like a rejected branch, covered by those slain with the sword, and dumped into a rocky pit like a carcass trampled underfoot.

Then all your people will be righteous; they will possess the land forever; they are the branch of My planting, the work of My hands, so that I may be glorified.

But one from her family line will rise up in his place, come against the army of the king of the North, and enter his fortress, fighting and prevailing.