All your fortifications will be fig trees with firstfruits— when shaken, they will fall, into an eater’s mouth.
The glorious beauty is a fading flower which is at the head of the fertile valley, like a first-ripe fig before summer— whoever sees it, swallows it up while it is still in his palm.
One basket had very good figs, like the figs that are first ripe, but the other basket had very bad figs, which could not be eaten, they were so bad.
He scoffs at kings, and rulers are a joke to him. He laughs at every stronghold— he heaps up dirt and takes it.
The stars of heaven fell to the earth like a fig tree drops unripe figs when shaken by a great wind.