Yea, they shall not be planted; yea, they shall not be sown: yea, their stump shall not take root in the earth: and he shall also blow upon them, and they shall wither, and the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.
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?
These are spots in your love feasts when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried around by winds; trees whose fruit withers, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;