doth the fountain out of the same opening pour forth the sweet and the bitter?
As the digging of a well, is [for] its waters, So she hath digged [for] her wickedness, Violence and spoil is heard in her, Before My face continually [are] sickness and smiting.
out of the same mouth doth come forth blessing and cursing; it doth not need, my brethren, these things so to happen;
is a fig-tree able, my brethren, olives to make? or a vine figs? so no fountain salt and sweet water [is able] to make.