All your fortresses will fall. They will be devoured like the ripe figs that fall into the mouths of those who shake the trees.
It sits at the head of a fertile valley, but its glorious beauty will fade like a flower. Whoever sees it will snatch it up, as an early fig is quickly picked and eaten.
One basket was filled with fresh, ripe figs, while the other was filled with bad figs that were too rotten to eat.
They scoff at kings and princes and scorn all their fortresses. They simply pile ramps of earth against their walls and capture them!
Then the stars of the sky fell to the earth like green figs falling from a tree shaken by a strong wind.