When its boughs are withered, they shall be broken off: the women come, and set them on fire: for it is a people of no understanding: therefore he that made them will not have mercy on them, and he that formed them will show them no favor.
Matthew 7:19 - King James 2000 Every tree that brings not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and cast into the fire. American Standard Version (1901) Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. Common English Bible Every tree that doesn’t produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire. Catholic Public Domain Version Every tree which does not produce good fruit shall be cut down and cast into the fire. 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. |
When its boughs are withered, they shall be broken off: the women come, and set them on fire: for it is a people of no understanding: therefore he that made them will not have mercy on them, and he that formed them will show them no favor.
He cried aloud, and said thus, Hew down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its fruit: let the beasts get away from under it, and the fowls from its branches:
And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which brings not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.
And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees: every tree therefore which brings not forth good fruit is cut down, and cast into the fire.
And let our own also learn to maintain good works for urgent needs, that they not be unfruitful.
But that which bears thorns and briars is worthless, and is near unto cursing; whose end is to be burned.
These are spots in your love feasts, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about by winds; trees whose fruit withers, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;