planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God.
Matthew 15:13 - New International Version (Anglicised) He replied, ‘Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be pulled up by the roots. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up. 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.] American Standard Version (1901) But he answered and said, Every plant which my heavenly Father planted not, shall be rooted up. Common English Bible Jesus replied, “Every plant that my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be pulled up. Catholic Public Domain Version But in response he said: "Every plant which has not been planted by my heavenly Father shall be uprooted. 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. |
planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God.
Then all your people will be righteous and they will possess the land for ever. They are the shoot I have planted, the work of my hands, for the display of my splendour.
and provide for those who grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendour.
Then the disciples came to him and asked, ‘Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this?’
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.
If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.
For we are fellow workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building.
These people are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without the slightest qualm – shepherds who feed only themselves. They are clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted – twice dead.