I am the vine, you are the branches: he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for independent of me ye can do nothing.

be attach'd to me, and I shall be so to you. as the branch cannot bear fruit of it self, except it be attach'd to the vine: so neither can you, except you continue attach'd to me.

The next day, a crowd of people that were come to the feast, hearing that Jesus was on the road to Jerusalem, took branches of palm-trees,

if a man abide not in me, he is cast away as withered branches that are gather'd up to be thrown into the fire, where they are burned.

Now if the first-fruits be holy, so is the whole product: and if the root be holy, so are the branches.

if then, some of the branches are broken off, and thou like a wild olive, were grafted in their place to partake of the root and sap of the olivestock;

don't triumph over the branches: or if you do, remember the root is not dependent upon you, but you upon the root.

you will say then, "the branches were broken off, that I might be grafted in."

lest God should not spare you, since he did not spare even the natural branches.

for if you were taken from the wild olive, which was natural to you, to be grafted into a good olive-stock of a different nature, with how much greater reason shall these who are the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive-tree?

'tis one indeed of the smallest grains: but when it is grown, it is the largest of the pulse kind, and becomes a tree: so that the birds of the air come and lodge in its branches.

abundance of people spread their garments upon the ground; others lop'd down branches from the trees, and strewed them in the way:

this may be illustrated by a comparison taken from a fig-tree: when the branches become tender, and push out their leaves, ye know that summer is nigh:

but after it is sown, it grows up, and becometh larger than other plants of the pulse kind, and shooteth out its branches so high, that the fowls of the air may lodge under its shadow.

many spread their clothes in the way, others lopt down the branches of trees to strew them in the road.

I am the genuine vine, and my father is the vintager.

can a fig-tree, my brethren, produce olives, or a vine figs? no more can the sea yield water that is fresh.

he also having a sharp sickle. and another angel came out from the altar, who presided over the fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, "stretch out thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are full ripe."

Then Jesus address'd himself to them in this parabolical manner. a certain person planted a vineyard, made a fence about it, clear'd the way for a wine-press, built a tower, and committed it to the care of vine-dressers, while he was travelling abroad.

at the time of vintage he sent his servant to the vine-dressers to receive the profits of his vineyard.

now what will the master of the vineyard do? on his return, said they, he will destroy those vine-dressers, and give his vineyard to others.

but this I tell you, I will never more drink of this fruit of the vine, from this time forth to that day, when I shall drink with you of the spiritual wine in the kingdom of God.