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Mark 4:6 - The Text-Critical English New Testament

6 But when the sun rose, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 but when the sun was up, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 And when the sun came up, it was scorched, and because it had not taken root, it withered away.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 and when the sun was risen, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

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Common English Bible

6 When the sun came up, it scorched the plants; and they dried up because they had no roots.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 And when the sun was risen, it was scorched. And because it had no root, it withered away.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 And when the sun was risen, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

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Mark 4:6
15 Tagairtí Cros  

But when the sun rose, they were scorched. And because they had no root, they withered away.


Other seed fell on rocky ground, where it did not have much soil, and it sprang up immediately because it had no depth of soil.


Other seed fell among the thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it produced no fruit.


so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith,


being rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving.


and with every kind of wicked deception among those who are perishing, because they refused to love the truth and so be saved.


For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass, and its flower falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.


These men are hidden reefs at your love feasts, feeding themselves as they feast among you without fear. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead and uprooted.


They will hunger and thirst no more; the sun will certainly not beat down upon them, nor will any scorching heat,


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