²⁰ And in the morning, passing by, they saw the fig-tree having been dried up from the roots,

¹⁶ From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

¹⁷ His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

⁸ and that which is bearing thorns and briers `is' disapproved of, and nigh to cursing, whose end `is' for burning;

⁶ if any one may not remain in me, he was cast forth without as the branch, and was withered, and they gather them, and cast to fire, and they are burned;

¹⁴ and Jesus answering said to it, `No more from thee -- to the age -- may any eat fruit;' and his disciples were hearing.

¹⁹ and having seen a certain fig-tree on the way, he came to it, and found nothing in it except leaves only, and he saith to it, `No more from thee may fruit be -- to the age;' and forthwith the fig-tree withered.

²⁰ And the disciples having seen, did wonder, saying, `How did the fig-tree forthwith wither?'

²¹ And Jesus answering said to them, `Verily I say to you, If ye may have faith, and may not doubt, not only this of the fig-tree shall ye do, but even if to this mount ye may say, Be lifted up and be cast into the sea, it shall come to pass;

²² and all -- as much as ye may ask in the prayer, believing, ye shall receive.'

¹³ And he answering said, `Every plant that my heavenly Father did not plant shall be rooted up;

⁶ and the sun having risen they were scorched, and through not having root, they withered,

²⁴ Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.

⁴ What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

⁵ That the singing of the wicked `is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

⁶ Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

⁷ As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

¹² These are in your love-feasts craggy rocks; feasting together with you, without fear shepherding themselves; clouds without water, by winds carried about; trees autumnal, without fruit, twice dead, rooted up;