Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree rotten and its fruit rotten; for the tree is known by its fruit.

and noticing a fig tree by the roadside he went up to it, but found nothing on it except leaves. He said to it, "May no fruit ever come from you after this!" And instantly the fig tree withered up.

No sound tree bears rotten fruit, nor again does a rotten tree bear sound fruit:

every good tree bears sound fruit, but a rotten tree bears bad fruit;

a good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a rotten tree cannot bear sound fruit.

The axe is lying all ready at the root of the trees; any tree that is not producing good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire."

And he told them a parable. "Look at the fig tree and indeed all the trees;

The axe is lying all ready at the root of the trees; any tree that is not producing good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

and noticing a fig tree in leaf some distance away he went to see if he could find anything on it; but when he reached it he found nothing but leaves, for it was not the time for figs.

Now as they passed in the morning they noticed the fig tree had withered to the root.

Then Peter remembered. "Rabbi," he said, "there is the fig tree you cursed, all withered!"

Let the fig tree teach you a parable. As soon as its branches turn soft and put out leaves, you know summer is at hand;

When the disciples saw this they marvelled. "How did the fig tree wither up in an instant?" they said.

Jesus answered, "I tell you truly, if you have faith, if you have no doubt, you will not only do what has been done to the fig tree but even if you say to this hill, 'Take and throw yourself into the sea,' it will be done.

Let the fig tree teach you a parable. As soon as its branches turn soft and put out leaves, you know summer is at hand;

each tree is known by its fruit. Figs are not gathered from thorns, and grapes are not plucked from a bramble-bush.

And he told this parable. "A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; he came in search of fruit on it but he found none.

So he said to the vinedresser, 'Here have I come for three years in search of fruit on this fig tree without finding any; cut it down, why should it take up space?'

It is like a grain of mustard-seed which a man took and put into his orchard, where it grew up and became a tree, and the wild birds roosted in its branches."

The Lord said, "If you had faith the size of a grain of mustard-seed, you would say to this mulberry tree, 'Be uprooted and planted in the sea,' and it would obey you.

So he ran forward and climbed into a sycomore tree to get a sight of him, as he was to pass that road.