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Mark 11:20 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

20 In the morning as they passed by, they saw the fig tree withered away to its roots.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 And in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 In the morning, when they were passing along, they noticed that the fig tree was withered [completely] away to its roots.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 And as they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away from the roots.

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Common English Bible

20 Early in the morning, as Jesus and his disciples were walking along, they saw the fig tree withered from the root up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 And when they passed by in the morning, they saw that the fig tree had dried up from the roots.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 And when they passed by in the morning they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

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Mark 11:20
14 Cross References  

Their roots twine around the stoneheap; they live among the rocks.


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows upon them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.


What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? When I expected it to yield grapes, why did it yield rotten grapes?


But when the sun rose, they were scorched, and since they had no root, they withered away.


He answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.


In the morning, when he returned to the city, he was hungry.


On the following day, when they came from Bethany, he was hungry.


He said to it, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard it.


Whoever does not abide in me is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned.


But if it produces thorns and thistles, it is worthless and on the verge of being cursed; its end is to be burned over.


These are blots on your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, feeding themselves. They are waterless clouds carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted;


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