and seeing a figtree afar off having leaves, he went to see whether he might find anything on it; and on coming to it he found nothing but leaves; for the season of figs had not come.

Between the street of the city and the river, on one side and on the other, is the tree of life, hearing twelve kinds of fruit, and yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

And seeing one figtree by the roadside, he went up to it, and found nothing on it, but leaves only; and he saith to it, Let there be no fruit from thee hencefoward for ever. And immediately the figtree withered.

And from the figtree learn its parable. When its branch hath now become tender, and putteth forth its leaves, ye know that summer is near.

And from the figtree learn its parable. When its branch hath now become tender, and putteth forth its leaves, ye know that summer is near.