Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear grapes; or the vine, figs? So neither can the salt water yield sweet.
Either make the tree good and its fruit good: or make the tree evil, and its fruit evil. For by the fruit the tree is known.
Yet I planted thee a chosen vineyard, all true seed: how then art thou turned unto me into that which is good for nothing, O strange vineyard?
And seeing a certain fig tree by the way side, he came to it, and found nothing on it but leaves only, and he saith to it: May no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever. And immediately the fig tree withered away.
Doth a fountain send forth, out of the same hole, sweet and bitter water?