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Mark 11:20 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

20 As they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away 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 are wrapped around the rock pile. He sees the place of stones.


They are planted scarcely. They are sown scarcely. Their stock has scarcely taken root in the ground. He merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.


What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it yield wild grapes?


When the sun had risen, they were scorched. Because they had no root, they withered away.


But he answered, *Every plant which my heavenly Father didn't plant will be uprooted.


Now in the morning, as he returned to the city, he was hungry.


The next day, when they had come out from Beit-Anyah, he was hungry.


Yeshua told it, *May no one ever eat fruit from you again!* and his talmidim heard it.


If a man doesn't remain in me, he is thrown out as a branch, and is withered; and they gather them, throw them into the fire, and they are burned.


but if it bears thorns and thistles, it is rejected and near being cursed, whose end is to be burned.


These are hidden rocky reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you, shepherds who without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;


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