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Mark 11:20 - King James 2000

20 And in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree dried up 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 about the stone heap, and looks for a place in the stones.


Yea, they shall not be planted; yea, they shall not be sown: yea, their stock shall not take root in the earth: and he shall also blow upon them, and they shall wither, and the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.


What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? why, when I expected that it should bring forth grapes, it brought forth wild grapes?


And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.


But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father has not planted, shall be rooted up.


Now in the morning as he returned into the city, he hungered.


And on the next day, when they had come from Bethany, he was hungry:


And Jesus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of you hereafter forever. And his disciples heard it.


If a man abides not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned.


But that which bears thorns and briars is worthless, and is near unto cursing; whose end is to be burned.


These are spots in your love feasts, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about by winds; trees whose fruit withers, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;


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