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Mark 11:20 - 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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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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Mark 11:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

His roots shall be thick upon a heap of stones: and among the stones he shall abide.


And surely their stock was neither planted, nor sown, nor rooted in the earth. Suddenly he hath blown upon them, and they are withered: and a whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.


What is there that I ought to do more to my vineyard, that I have not done to it? Was it that I looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it hath brought forth wild grapes?


And when the sun was up they were scorched: and because they had not root, they withered away.


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


And in the morning, returning into the city, he was hungry.


And the next day when they came out from Bethania, he was hungry.


And answering he said to it: May no man hereafter eat fruit of thee any more for ever. And his disciples heard it.


If any one abide not in me, he shall be cast forth as a branch, and shall wither, and they shall gather him up, and cast him into the fire, and he burneth.


But that which bringeth forth thorns and briers, is reprobate, and very near unto a curse, whose end is to be burnt.


These are spots in their banquets, feasting together without fear, feeding themselves, clouds without water, which are carried about by winds, trees of the autumn, unfruitful, twice dead, plucked up by the roots,


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