Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?
As a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness: violence and devastation is heard in her; before me continually are grief and wounds.
Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.
Can the fig-tree, my brethren, bear olive-berries? or a vine, figs? so no fountain can yield both salt water and fresh.