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Mark 11:20 - English Standard Version 2016

20 As they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away to its 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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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 entwine the stone heap; he looks upon a house of stones.


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows on them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.


What more was there to do for my vineyard, that I have not done in it? When I looked for it to yield grapes, why did it yield wild grapes?


but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away.


He answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be rooted up.


In the morning, as he was returning to the city, he became hungry.


On the following day, when they came from Bethany, he was hungry.


And he said to it, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard it.


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


But if it bears thorns and thistles, it is worthless and near to being cursed, and its end is to be burned.


These are hidden reefs at your love feasts, as they feast with you without fear, shepherds feeding themselves; waterless clouds, swept along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted;


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