Doth the fountain send forth from the same opening sweet water and bitter?
As a well casteth forth her waters, so she casteth forth her wickedness: violence and spoil is heard in her; before me continually is sickness and wounds.
out of the same mouth cometh forth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.
Can a fig tree, my brethren, yield olives, or a vine figs? neither can salt water yield sweet.