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

And, already, even the axe, unto the root of the trees is being laid; every tree, therefore, not bringing forth goodfruit, is to be hewn down, and, into fire, to be cast.

And he spake a parable unto them: See the fig-tree, and all the trees, -

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 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?

It is, like, unto a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and cast into his own garden; and it grew, and became a tree, and, the birds of heaven, lodged amongst its branches.