All thy fortresses are fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.

And the trees say to the fig, Come thou, reign over us.

And the fig saith to them, Have I ceased from my sweetness, and my good increase, that I have gone to stagger over the trees?

And He smiteth their vine and their fig, And shivereth the trees of their border.

The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.

And he spake a simile to them: 'See the fig-tree, and all the trees,