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Matthew 15:13 - English Standard Version 2016

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

He answered, Every plant which My heavenly Father has not planted will be torn up by the roots. [Isa. 60:21.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

But he answered and said, Every plant which my heavenly Father planted not, shall be rooted up.

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Common English Bible

Jesus replied, “Every plant that my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be pulled up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

But in response he said: "Every plant which has not been planted by my heavenly Father shall be uprooted.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

But he answering them, said: Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.

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Matthew 15:13
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.


Your people shall all be righteous; they shall possess the land forever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands, that I might be glorified.


to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.


Then the disciples came and said to him, “Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this saying?”


“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.


Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.


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


For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building.


These are hidden reefs at your love feasts, as they feast with you without fear, shepherds feeding themselves; waterless clouds, swept along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted;