But all your fortresses are fig trees, bearing early figs; When shaken, they fall into the devourer’s mouth.
The fading blooms of his glorious beauty at the head of the fertile valley Will be like an early fig before summer: whoever sees it, swallows it as soon as it is in hand.
One basket contained excellent figs, those that ripen early. But the other basket contained very bad figs, so bad they could not be eaten.
They scoff at kings, ridicule princes; They laugh at any fortress, heap up an earthen ramp, and conquer it.
The stars in the sky fell to the earth like unripe figs shaken loose from the tree in a strong wind.