Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place, of which they all are giving birth, bearing twins, and bereavement is not among them.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place; of which they all are bearing twins; and bereavement is not among them.
And seeing one fig tree by the road, He went up to it, and found nothing on it except leaves only. And He said to it, Let there be no more fruit from you forever. And the fig tree immediately dried up.