He will shake off his unripe grape like the vine, and cast off his blossom like the olive tree.
and the stars of the sky fell to the earth as the fig tree sheds its winter fruit when shaken by a gale.
The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is confounded and withers away; Sharon is like a desert, and Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.
The fear of the Lord prolongs life, but the years of the wicked will be short.