²⁰ As they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away from the roots.

¹⁶ His roots shall be dried up beneath, Above shall his branch be cut off.

¹⁷ His memory shall perish from the earth. He shall have no name in the street.

⁸ but if it bears thorns and thistles, it is rejected and near being cursed, whose end is to be burned.

⁶ If a man doesn't remain in me, he is thrown out as a branch, and is withered; and they gather them, throw them into the fire, and they are burned.

¹⁴ Jesus told it, "May no one ever eat fruit from you again!" and his disciples heard it.

¹⁹ Seeing a fig tree by the road, he came to it, and found nothing on it but leaves. He said to it, "Let there be no fruit from you forever!" Immediately the fig tree withered away.

²⁰ When the disciples saw it, they marveled, saying, "How did the fig tree immediately wither away?"

²¹ Jesus answered them, "Most assuredly I tell you, if you have faith, and don't doubt, you will not only do what is done to the fig tree, but even if you told this mountain, 'Be taken up and cast into the sea,' it would be done.

²² All things, whatever you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive."

¹³ But he answered, "Every plant which my heavenly Father didn't plant will be uprooted.

⁶ When the sun had risen, they were scorched. Because they had no root, they withered away.

²⁴ Yes, they have not been planted; yes, they have not been sown; yes, their stock has not taken root in the earth: moreover he blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.

⁴ What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it yield wild grapes?

⁵ That the triumphing of the wicked is short, The joy of the godless but for a moment?

⁶ Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach to the clouds,

⁷ Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'

¹² These are hidden rocky reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you, shepherds who without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;