“They cry, ‘Harvest time has come and gone, and the summer is over, and still we have not been delivered.’

The sovereign Lord showed me this: I saw a basket of summer fruit.

For day and night you tormented me; you tried to destroy me in the intense heat of summer. (Selah)

You set up all the boundaries of the earth; you created the cycle of summer and winter.

I am depressed! Indeed, it is as if the summer fruit has been gathered, and the grapes have been harvested. There is no grape cluster to eat, no fresh figs that I crave so much.

When David had gone a short way beyond the summit, Ziba the servant of Mephibosheth was there to meet him. He had a couple of donkeys that were saddled, and on them were two hundred loaves of bread, a hundred raisin cakes, a hundred baskets of summer fruit, and a container of wine.

The withering flower, its beautiful splendor, situated at the head of a rich valley, will be like an early fig before harvest – as soon as someone notices it, he grabs it and swallows it.

He said, “What do you see, Amos?” I replied, “A basket of summer fruit.” Then the Lord said to me, “The end has come for my people Israel! I will no longer overlook their sins.