The Fig-Tree: Fruit of (Untimely and Dropping) the Wicked Ripe for Judgment

All the stars of heaven will be dissolved. The skies will be rolled up like a scroll, and all their stars will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like foliage from the fig tree.

All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!

…and the stars of the sky fell to the earth like unripe figs dropping from a tree shaken by a great wind.