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Mark 11:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

20 Early  in the morning, as they were passing by, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots up.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 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

20 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)

20 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

20 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

20 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

20 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
14 Tagairtí Cros  

His roots are intertwined around a pile of rocks. He looks for a home among the stones.


They are barely planted, barely sown, their stem hardly takes root in the ground when he blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind carries them away like stubble.


What more could I have done for my vineyard than I did? Why, when I expected a yield of good grapes, did it yield worthless grapes?


But when the sun came up, it was scorched, and since it had no root, it withered away.


He replied, ‘Every plant that my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be uprooted.


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


The  next day when they went out from Bethany, he was hungry.


He said to it, ‘May no one ever eat fruit   from you again! ’   And his disciples  heard it.


If anyone does not remain in me, he is thrown aside   like a branch and he withers. They gather them, throw them into the fire,   and they are burned.


But if it produces thorns and thistles, it is worthless and about to be cursed, and at the end will be burned.


These people are dangerous reefs  at your love feasts  as they eat with you without reverence. They are shepherds who only look after themselves. They are waterless clouds carried along by winds;  trees in late autumn #– #fruitless, twice dead and uprooted.


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