The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest: Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Woe is me! For I am like one gathering summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster to eat, no earl
Woe to the majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower of his glorious splendor, set on the summit above
What shall I do with you, O Ephraim? What shall I do with you, O Judah? For your loyalty is like a morning mist, like th
and the stars of the sky fell to the earth like unripe figs dropping from a tree shaken by a great wind.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers as the firstfruits of the fig tree in its first season.
Ephraim is struck down; their root is withered; they cannot bear fruit. Even if they bear children, I will slay the darl
How suddenly they are laid waste, completely swept away by terrors!
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
When Ephraim spoke, there was trembling; he was exalted in Israel. But he incurred guilt through Baal, and he died.
Although he flourishes among his brothers, an east wind will come—a wind from the LORD rising up from the desert. His fo