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Matthew 15:13 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

13 But he answered, *Every plant which 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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Matthew 15:13
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They are planted in the LORD's house. They will flourish in our God's courts.


Your people also shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land forever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands, that I may be glorified.


to appoint to those who mourn in Tziyon, to give to them a garland for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.


Then the talmidim came, and said to him, *Do you know that the Perushim were offended, when they heard this saying?*


*I am the true vine, and my Father is the farmer.


Every branch in me that doesn't bear fruit, he takes away. Every branch that bears fruit, he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.


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.


For we are God's fellow workers. You are God's farming, God's building.


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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