Even if your olive trees grow everywhere in your country, the olives will fall off before they are ready, and there won't be enough olive oil for combing your hair.
wine to cheer us up, olive oil for our skin, and grain for our health.
You treat me to a feast, while my enemies watch. You honour me as your guest, and you fill my cup until it overflows.
Once you were like an olive tree covered with fruit. But soon I will send a noisy mob to break off your branches and set you on fire.
You won't harvest what you plant or use the oil from your olive trees or drink the wine from grapes you grow.