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Matthew 7:19 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

Every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and cast into the fire.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

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Common English Bible

Every tree that doesn’t produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Every tree which does not produce good fruit shall be cut down and cast into the fire.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit, shall be cut down, and shall be cast into the fire.

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Matthew 7:19
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When its boughs are dry, they are broken; women come and make a fire of them. For this is a people without understanding; therefore he who made them will not have compassion on them; he who formed them will show them no favor.


He cried aloud and said: ‘Cut down the tree and chop off its branches; strip off its foliage and scatter its fruit. Let the animals flee from beneath it and the birds from its branches.


Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; therefore every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.


Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; therefore every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”


And let people learn to devote themselves to good works in order to meet urgent needs, so that they may not be unproductive.


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;