¹² All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with first-ripe figs—
if shaken they fall
    into the mouth of the eater.^(A)

¹⁰ At kings they scoff,
    and of rulers they make sport.
They laugh at every fortress
    and heap up earth to take it.^(A)

⁴ And the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
    at the head of the fertile valley,
will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer;
    whoever sees it eats it up
    as soon as it comes to hand.^(A)