And he said unto the vinedresser, Behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and find none: cut it down; why doth it also cumber the ground?
And he seide to þe tilier of þe vynyerd, Lo! thre yeeris ben, siþen Y come sekynge fruyt in this fige tre, and Y fynde noon; þerfor kitte it doun, whereto ocupieth it þe erþe?