I propadoše plodovi njegovi i on poče kršiti ruke svoje žaleći za onim što je na njega utrošio – a loza se bijaše povaljala po podupiračima svojim – i govoraše: "Kamo sreće da Gospodaru svome nisam smatrao ravnim nikoga!"
And all his fruit were destroyed, and in the morning he wrung his hands with grief at all he had spent on it, for it had collapsed upon its trellises, and he said: 'Would that I had not associated anyone with my Lord'