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Matthew 15:13 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 He answered, Every plant which My heavenly Father has not planted will be torn up by the roots. [Isa. 60:21.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 But he answered and said, Every plant which my heavenly Father planted not, shall be rooted up.

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Common English Bible

13 Jesus replied, “Every plant that my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be pulled up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 But in response he said: "Every plant which has not been planted by my heavenly Father shall be uprooted.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 But he answering them, said: Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.

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Matthew 15:13
11 Tagairtí Cros  

All your people will be righteous; they will possess the land for ever; they are the branch I planted, the work of my   hands, so that I may be glorified.


to provide for those who mourn in Zion; to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, festive oil instead of mourning, and splendid clothes instead of despair. And they will be called righteous trees, planted by the  Lord to glorify him.


Then the disciples came up and told him, ‘Do you know that the Pharisees took offence when they heard what you said? ’


‘I am   the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.


Every branch in me that does not produce fruit he removes,   and he prunes every branch that produces fruit so that it will produce more fruit.


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.


For we are God’s co-workers.  You are God’s field, God’s building.


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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