When its boughs dry up, they are broken off. Women shall come and kindle them, for it is not a people of discernment. On account of this his Maker will not pity him, and his Former will not favor him.
He cried with might and thus he said, Cut down the tree and cut off its branches. Shake off its leaves and scatter its fruit. Let the beast flee from under it, and the birds leave its branches.
And also the axe is already laid to the root of the trees; therefore, every tree not producing good fruit is being cut down and being thrown into the fire.
These are sunken rocks in your love feasts, feasting together with you, feeding themselves without fear, waterless clouds being carried about by winds, fruitless autumn trees, having died twice, having been plucked up by the roots;