In the morning, as they went along, they saw that the fig tree had withered from its roots.
But when the sun rose, they were scorched. And because they had no root, they withered away.
Jesus answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.
Early in the morning, as Jesus was returning to the city, he was hungry.
On the next day, as they went out from Bethany, Jesus was hungry.
In response Jesus said to the fig tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from yoʋ again.” And his disciples heard it.
If anyone does not abide in me, he is thrown out like a branch and withers. Such branches are gathered up, thrown into the fire, and burned.
But land that bears thorns and thistles is worthless and on the verge of being cursed; its end is to be burned.
These men are hidden reefs at your love feasts, feeding themselves as they feast among you without fear. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead and uprooted.