All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit— When shaken, they fall into the eater’s mouth.
And the fading flower of its glorious beauty, Which is at the head of the fertile valley, Will be like the first-ripe fig prior to summer, Which one sees, And as soon as it is in his hand, He swallows it.
One basket had very good figs, like first-ripe figs, and the other basket had very rotten figs which could not be eaten due to rottenness.
“And they mock at kings, And rulers are a laughing matter to them. They laugh at every fortress And heap up dirt and capture it.
and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, as a fig tree casts its unripe figs when shaken by a great wind.