בַּכֻּרוֹת

I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness.I saw your fathers as the firstfruitsof the fig tree in its first season.But they went to Baal-peor,and consecrated themselves to Shame;so they became as detestableas the thing they loved.

The fading flower of his beautiful splendor,set on the summit above the fertile valley,will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest:Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.

One basket had very good figs, like those that ripen early, but the other basket contained very poor figs, so bad they could not be eaten.

Woe is me!For I am like one gathering summer fruitat the gleaning of the vineyard;there is no cluster to eat,no early fig that I crave.