When its boughs are withered, they will be broken off. The women will come and set them on fire, for they are a people of no understanding. Therefore he who made them will not have compassion on them, and he who formed them will show them no favor.
Matthew 7:19 - Y'all Version Bible Every tree that doesn’t produce beautiful fruit is cut down and thrown 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 will be broken off. The women will come and set them on fire, for they are a people of no understanding. Therefore he who made them will not have compassion on them, and he who formed them will show them no favor.
He cried aloud and said this: ‘Y’all must cut down the tree, and cut off its branches! Y’all must shake off its leaves and scatter its fruit! Let the animals get away from under it and the birds from its branches.
Even now the ax lies at the root of the trees. Therefore every tree that doesn’t produce beautiful fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.
A good tree can’t produce bad fruit, neither can a bad tree produce beautiful fruit.
Indeed, the ax is already laid at the root of the trees, and every tree that doesn’t produce beautiful fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”
Our people must learn to devote themselves to excellent works to meet urgent needs, so that they will not be unfruitful.
But if it bears thorns and thistles, it is rejected and close to being cursed, its end is to be burned.
They are jagged rocks in y’all’s love feasts, feasting with y’all without fear, shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead and uprooted.