When the disciples saw this, they marveled and asked, “How did the fig tree wither so quickly?”
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flow
As they were walking back in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered from its roots.
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.