The cursed fig tree: Is withered from the roots
Cloud–Rider tells his story: Psalm 30:8 they stood up and cast scorn upon me, (“treat as a light thing, mock, curse”) they arose and spat upon me in the assembly of the sons of the gods; (Psa. 29:1, 82:1, Job 1:6; 2:1; 38:7) was set upon my table, mockery in the cup from which I drink. William W. Hallo and K. Lawson Younger, The Context of Scripture (Leiden; New York: Brill, 1997–), 258. For Thou, O God, didst widen my heart, but they straiten it with affliction and hedge me about with darkness. I eat the bread of wailing and drink unceasing tears; truly, my eyes are dimmed by grief, and my soul by daily bitterness. [Groaning] and sorrow ...