Allyour fortificationsare figtreeswith ripefruit--Whenshaken,they fallinto the eater'smouth.
And the fadingflowerof its gloriousbeauty,Whichis at the headof the fertilevalley,Will be like the first-ripefigpriorto summer,Whichone sees,[And] as soonas it is in his hand,He swallowsit.
Onebaskethad verygoodfigs,like first-ripefigs,and the otherbaskethad verybadfigswhichcould not be eatendueto rottenness.
"They mockat kingsAnd rulersare a laughingmatter to them. They laughat everyfortressAnd heapup rubbleto captureit.
and the starsof the skyfellto the earth,as a fig treecastsits unripe figswhen shakenby a greatwind.
