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Matthew 7:19 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

19 Every tree that doesn't grow good fruit is cut down, and thrown into the fire.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and cast into the fire.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

19 Every tree that doesn’t produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Every tree which does not produce good fruit shall be cut down and cast into the fire.

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Matthew 7:19
13 Tagairtí Cros  

When its boughs are withered, they will be broken off. The women will come and set them on fire, for they are a people of no understanding. Therefore he who made them will not have compassion on them, and he who formed them will show them no favor.


He cried aloud, and said thus, Hew down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its fruit: let the animals get away from under it, and the fowls from its branches.


*Even now the axe lies at the root of the trees. Therefore, every tree that doesn't bring forth good fruit is cut down, and cast into the fire.


A good tree can't produce evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree produce good fruit.


Even now the axe also lies at the root of the trees. Every tree therefore that doesn't bring forth good fruit is cut down, and thrown into the fire.*


Let our people also learn to maintain good works for necessary uses, that they may not be unfruitful.


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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