All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs— if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater.
and the fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of the rich valley, will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer: when a man sees it, he eats it up as soon as it is in his hand.
One basket had very good figs, like first-ripe figs, but the other basket had very bad figs, so bad that they could not be eaten.
At kings they scoff, and of rulers they make sport. They laugh at every fortress, for they heap up earth and take it.
and the stars of the sky fell to the earth as the fig tree sheds its winter fruit when shaken by a gale;