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Mark 11:20 - The Text-Critical English New Testament

In the morning, as they went along, they saw that the fig tree had withered from its roots.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

In the morning, when they were passing along, they noticed that the fig tree was withered [completely] away to its roots.

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American Standard Version (1901)

And as they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away from the roots.

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Common English Bible

Early in the morning, as Jesus and his disciples were walking along, they saw the fig tree withered from the root up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And when they passed by in the morning, they saw that the fig tree had dried up from the roots.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And when they passed by in the morning they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

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Mark 11:20
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But when the sun rose, they were scorched. And because they had no root, they withered away.


Jesus answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.


Early in the morning, as Jesus was returning to the city, he was hungry.


On the next day, as they went out from Bethany, Jesus was hungry.


In response Jesus said to the fig tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from yoʋ again.” And his disciples heard it.


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


But land that bears thorns and thistles is worthless and on the verge of being cursed; its end is to be burned.


These men are hidden reefs at your love feasts, feeding themselves as they feast among you without fear. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead and uprooted.