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Matthew 7:19 - Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

19 Every tree that does not produce 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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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  

The vines will become dry, and the branches will break off. Women will use them for firewood. The people refuse to understand. So God, their Maker, will not comfort them or be kind to them.


He spoke very loud and said, ‘Cut down the tree, and cut off its branches. Strip off its leaves. Scatter its fruit around. The animals that are under the tree will run away. The birds that are in its branches will fly away.


The ax is now ready to cut down the trees. Every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


A good tree cannot produce bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot produce good fruit.


The ax is now ready to cut down the trees. Every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”


Our people must learn to use their lives for doing good and helping anyone who has a need. Then they will not have empty lives.


But other people are like land that grows only thorns and weeds. It is worthless and in danger of being cursed by God. It will be destroyed by fire.


These people are like dirty spots among you—they bring shame to you in the special meals you share together. They eat with you and have no fear. They take care of only themselves. They are like clouds without rain. The wind blows them around. They are like trees that have no fruit at harvest time and are pulled out of the ground. So they are twice dead.


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