All your fortresses are like fig trees with their first ripe fruit; when they are shaken, the figs fall into the mouth of the eater.
That fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley, will be like figs ripe before harvest— as soon as people see them and take them in hand, they swallow them.
One basket had very good figs, like those that ripen early; the other basket had very bad figs, so bad they could not be eaten.
They mock kings and scoff at rulers. They laugh at all fortified cities; by building earthen ramps they capture them.
and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind.