They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.
Matthew 15:13 - New Revised Standard Version He answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted. 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. |
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. They are the shoot that I planted, the work of my hands, so that I might be glorified.
to provide for those who mourn in Zion— to give them a garland instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit. They will be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.
Then the disciples approached and said to him, “Do you know that the Pharisees took offense when they heard what you said?”
He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit.
Whoever does not abide in me is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned.
For we are God's servants, working together; you are God's field, God's building.
These are blemishes 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;