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Matthew 7:19 - Revised Standard Version

19 Every tree that does not bear 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit, shall be cut down, and shall be cast into the fire.

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Matthew 7:19
13 Tagairtí Cros  

When its boughs are dry, they are broken; women come and make a fire of them. For this is a people without discernment; therefore he who made them will not have compassion on them, he that formed them will show them no favor.


He cried aloud and said thus, ‘Hew down the tree and cut off its branches, strip off its leaves and scatter its fruit; let the beasts flee from under it and the birds from its branches.


Even now the axe is laid to the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.


A sound tree cannot bear evil fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.


Even now the axe is laid to the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.”


And let our people learn to apply themselves to good deeds, so as to help cases of urgent need, and not to be unfruitful.


But if it bears thorns and thistles, it is worthless and near to being cursed; its end is to be burned.


These are blemishes on your love feasts, as they boldly carouse together, looking after themselves; waterless clouds, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted;


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