Jesus said to the fig tree, "No one shall ever eat figs from you again!" And his disciples heard him.

Their roots and branches are withered and dry.

Their fame is ended at home and abroad; no one remembers them any more.

no wicked people have been happy for long.

but they will be blown away like dust. Those who used to know them will wonder where they have gone.

Is there anything I failed to do for it? Then why did it produce sour grapes and not the good grapes I expected?

They are like young plants, just set out and barely rooted. When the LORD sends a wind, they dry up and blow away like straw.

But when the sun came up, it burned the young plants; and because the roots had not grown deep enough, the plants soon dried up.

"Every plant which my Father in heaven did not plant will be pulled up," answered Jesus.

He saw a fig tree by the side of the road and went to it, but found nothing on it except leaves. So he said to the tree, "You will never again bear fruit!" At once the fig tree dried up.

The disciples saw this and were astounded. "How did the fig tree dry up so quickly?" they asked.

Those who do not remain in me are thrown out like a branch and dry up; such branches are gathered up and thrown into the fire, where they are burned.

But if it grows thorns and weeds, it is worth nothing; it is in danger of being cursed by God and will be destroyed by fire.

With their shameless carousing they are like dirty spots in your fellowship meals. They take care only of themselves. They are like clouds carried along by the wind, but bringing no rain. They are like trees that bear no fruit, even in autumn, trees that have been pulled up by the roots and are completely dead.