And seeing a fig-tree afar off, having leaves, he came, if haply he might find any thing on it: and when he came to it, he found nothing but leaves: for the time of figs had not yet come.

And in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig-tree dried up from the roots.

And Peter calling to remembrance, saith to him, Master, behold, the fig-tree which thou cursedst is withered.

Now learn a parable of the fig-tree: When its branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near: