Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?
As a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness: violence and spoil is heard in her; before me continually is grief and wounds.
Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.
Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? either a vine, figs? so can no fountain both yield salt water and fresh.