One basket had very good figs, even like the figs that are first ripe: and the other basket had very evil figs, which could not be eaten, they were so bad.
What could have been done more for my vineyard, that I have not done in it? why, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, did it bring forth wild grapes?
For the vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah his pleasant plant: and he looked for justice, but behold oppression; for righteousness, but behold a cry.
Thus says the LORD of hosts; Behold, I will send upon them the sword, the famine, and the pestilence, and will make them like vile figs, that cannot be eaten, they are so evil.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the first ripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baal-peor, and separated themselves to that shame; and their abominations were according to their love.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fruit.
You are the salt of the earth: but if the salt has lost its flavor, how shall it be salted? It is then good for nothing, but to be thrown out, and to be trodden under foot by men.