All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
and the stars of the sky fell to the earth like unripe figs dropping from a tree shaken by a great wind.
They scoff at kings and make rulers an object of scorn. They laugh at every fortress and build up siege ramps to seize i
The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before