and he said unto the vine-dresser, Lo, three years I come seeking fruit in this fig-tree, and do not find, cut it off, why also the ground doth it render useless?

And -- a certain man was rich, and was clothed in purple and fine linen, making merry sumptuously every day,

for I say to you that I may not drink of the produce of the vine till the reign of God may come.'

and having taken it down, he wrapped it in fine linen, and placed it in a tomb hewn out, where no one was yet laid.