As they were passingby in the morning,they sawthe fig treewitheredfrom the roots[up].
"His rootswraparounda rockpile,He graspsa houseof stones.
Scarcelyhave they been planted,Scarcelyhave they been sown,Scarcelyhas their stocktakenrootin the earth,But He merelyblowson them, and they wither,And the stormcarriesthem away like stubble.
"Whatmorewas there to dofor My vineyardthat I have not donein it? Why,when I expected[it] to produce[good] grapesdid it produceworthlessones?
"But when the sunhad risen,they were scorched;and becausethey hadnoroot,they withered away.
But He answeredand said,"EveryplantwhichMy heavenlyFatherdid not plantshall be uprooted.
Nowin the morning,when He was returningto the city,He became hungry.
On the next day,when they had leftBethany,He became hungry.
He saidto it, "May no oneevereatfruitfrom you again!"And His discipleswere listening.
"Ifanyonedoes not abidein Me, he is thrownawayas a branchand driesup; and they gatherthem, and castthem into the fireand they are burned.
but if it yieldsthornsand thistles,it is worthlessand closeto being cursed,and it endsup being burned.
These are the menwho are hidden reefsin your love feastswhen they feastwith you without fear,caringfor themselves;cloudswithout water,carried alongby winds;autumntreeswithout fruit,doublydead,uprooted;
