and lifted up her voice with loud exclamation, and said - Blessed, art thou among women, and, blessed, is the fruit of thy womb;

For a good tree doth not produce worthless fruit, neither again doth, a worthless tree, produce good fruit.

For, every tree, by its own fruit, becometh known. For not, of thorns, do they gather figs, neither, of a bramble-bush, do they gather, a bunch of grapes.

And, other, fell into good ground; and, growing, brought forth fruit, a hundredfold. These things, saying, he went on to cry aloud - He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

But, that in the good ground, these, are they who, indeed, in a noble and good heart having heard the word, hold fast, and bear fruit with endurance.

And he went on to speak this parable: - A certain man had, a fig-tree, planted in his vineyard, and he canto seeking fruit therein, and found none.

And he said unto the vine-dresser - Lo! three years, I come, seeking fruit in this fig-tree, and find none. Cut it down! Why doth it make, even the round useless?

and if it may bear fruit for the future; -- but, otherwise, certainly, thou shalt cut it down.

And, in due season, he sent unto the husbandmen, a servant, that, of the fruit of the vineyard, they might give him; but, the husbandmen, having beaten him, sent him away empty.

For, I say unto you - In nowise shall I drink henceforth of the fruit of the vine, until, the kingdom of God, shall come.