And he said to the vine-dresser, behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig-tree, and find none: cut it down, why should it cumber the ground?

Can a fig-tree, my brethren, produce olives, or a vine figs? so can no fountain produce salt water and sweet.

Either allow the tree to be good, and it's fruit good; or shew the tree to be corrupt, and it's fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by it's fruit.

For that is not a good tree which produceth bad fruit, nor is the tree bad, which produceth good fruit:

And in the midst of the street, and of the river, which ran on each side, was the tree of life, producing fruits twelve times in the year, yielding its different fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

so every good tree yieldeth good fruit, but a corrupt tree produces bad fruit:

a good tree cannot produce evil fruit, nor can a corrupt tree bear good fruit:

and seeing a fig-tree by the way, He went up to it, and finding nothing upon it but leaves, He saith to it, Let no fruit ever hereafter grow out of thee: and the fig-tree withered immediately.

And Peter remembring the tree, saith unto Him, Master, behold, the fig-tree which thou cursedst, is withered.

and I assure you, that I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine, till the day when I shall drink it new in the kingdom of God.

For I tell you, that I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine, till the kingdom of God shall come.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman:

Abide therefore in me, and I will abide in you: for as the branch cannot bear fruit of it self, unless it abide in the vine; so neither can ye, except ye abide in me.

I am the vine, ye are the branches; he that abideth in me, and I in him, beareth much fruit: but without me ye can do nothing.

And another angel came out from the altar, who had power over the fire; and he called out with a loud cry to Him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Put in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe.

And the angel put forth his sickle to the earth, and stript the vine of the earth, and cast the grapes into the great wine-press of God's wrath.

but I tell you, that from henceforth I shall not drink of the fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in the kingdom of my Father.