⁴ That fading flower, his glorious beauty,
    set on the head of a fertile valley,^(A)
will be like figs^(B) ripe before harvest—
    as soon as people see them and take them in hand,
    they swallow them.

7 What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs^(A) that I crave.