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Matthew 15:13 - Tree of Life Version

13 But He replied, “Every plant that My heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 He answered, Every plant which My heavenly Father has not planted will be torn up by the roots. [Isa. 60:21.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

13 Jesus replied, “Every plant that my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be pulled up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 But in response he said: "Every plant which has not been planted by my heavenly Father shall be uprooted.

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Matthew 15:13
11 Tagairtí Cros  

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.


Then your people will all be righteous. They will possess the land forever— the branch of His planting, the work of My hands— that I may be glorified.


to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of Adonai, that He may be glorified.


Then the disciples came and said to Him, “Do You know that the Pharisees took offense when they heard this saying?”


“I am the true vine, and My Father is the gardener.


Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He trims so that it may bear more fruit.


If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away like a branch and is dried up. Such branches are picked up and thrown into the fire and burned.


For we are God’s co-workers; you are God’s field, God’s building.


These people are hidden rocky reefs at your love feasts—shamelessly feasting with you, tending only to themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, doubly dead, uprooted;


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