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Mark 11:20 - Modern English Version

20 In the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree withered 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 heap, and he sees the place of stones.


Scarcely shall they be planted; scarcely shall they be sown; scarcely shall their tree take root in the earth, when He will also blow on them, and they will wither, and the whirlwind will take them away as stubble.


What more could have been done to My vineyard that I have not done in it? Why, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes, did it bring forth wild grapes?


But when the sun rose, they were scorched. And because they did not take root, they withered away.


But He answered, “Every plant which My heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.


Now in the morning as He returned to the city, He became hungry.


On the next day when they had returned from Bethany, He was hungry.


Jesus said to it, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And His disciples heard it.


If a man does not remain in Me, he is thrown out as a branch and withers. And they gather them and throw them into the fire, and they are burned.


But land that bears thorns and thistles is rejected and near to being cursed. Its destiny is to be burned.


These are the ones who are stains on your love feasts as they feast with you irreverently and care only for themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted;


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