What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? When I expected it to yield grapes, why did it yield wild grapes?
Jeremiah 24:2 - New Revised Standard Version One basket had very good figs, like first-ripe figs, but the other basket had very bad figs, so bad that they could not be eaten. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 One basket had very good figs, even like the figs that are first ripe: and the other basket had very naughty figs, which could not be eaten, they were so bad. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition One basket had very good figs, like the figs that are first ripe; but the other basket had very bad figs, so bad that they could not be eaten. American Standard Version (1901) One basket had very good figs, like the figs that are first-ripe; and the other basket had very bad figs, which could not be eaten, they were so bad. Common English Bible One basket was filled with fresh and ripe figs; the other basket was filled with rotten figs—too rotten to eat. Catholic Public Domain Version One basket had exceedingly good figs, like the figs usually found early in the season, and the other basket had exceedingly bad figs, which could not be eaten because they were so bad. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version One basket had very good figs, like the figs of the first season: and the other basket had very bad figs, which could not be eaten, because they were bad. |
What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? When I expected it to yield grapes, why did it yield wild grapes?
For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah are his pleasant planting; he expected justice, but saw bloodshed; righteousness, but heard a cry!
Thus says the Lord of hosts, I am going to let loose on them sword, famine, and pestilence, and I will make them like rotten figs that are so bad they cannot be eaten.
Like grapes in the wilderness, I found Israel. Like the first fruit on the fig tree, in its first season, I saw your ancestors. But they came to Baal-peor, and consecrated themselves to a thing of shame, and became detestable like the thing they loved.
Woe is me! For I have become like one who, after the summer fruit has been gathered, after the vintage has been gleaned, finds no cluster to eat; there is no first-ripe fig for which I hunger.
All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs— if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater.
The first fruits of all that is in their land, which they bring to the Lord, shall be yours; everyone who is clean in your house may eat of it.
“You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot.