For before the harvest, when the bud is perfect and the sour grape is ripening in the flower, then He shall both cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks and take away and cut down the branches.
The fig tree springs forth its early figs, and the vine its blossoms; they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.
Behold, the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, shall lop the bough with terror; and the tall ones of stature shall be hewn down, and the haughty shall be humbled.
When its boughs are withered, they are broken off; the women come and make a fire with them, for they are not a people of understanding; therefore, their maker will not have mercy on them, and their Creator will show them no grace.