*Now from the fig tree learn this parable. When its branch has now become tender, and puts forth its leaves, you know that the summer is near.
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.* Lover
He will send out his angels with a great sound of a shofar, and they will gather together his chosen ones from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other.
Even so you also, when you see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors.