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Mark 11:20 - Y'all Version Bible

20 In the morning, as they were passing 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 And when they passed by in the morning they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.

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Mark 11:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

His roots are wrapped around the rock pile. He sees the place of stones.


They are barely planted, and have been barely sown, and their stem has barely taken root in the earth, When ʜᴇ merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away like stubble.


What more could have been done to my vineyard, that I have not done for it? Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it make stink berries?


But when the sun had risen, they were scorched, and because they had no root, they withered away.


But he answered, “Every plant my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.


Now in the morning, as he returned to the city, he was hungry.


The next day, as they were leaving Bethany, he became hungry.


Jesus said to the tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again!” and his disciples heard it.


If anyone doesn’t remain in me, that person is like a branch that is thrown out and withered; and they gather them, throw them into the fire, and they are burned.


But if it bears thorns and thistles, it is rejected and close to being cursed, its end is to be burned.


They are jagged rocks in y’all’s love feasts, feasting with y’all without fear, shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead and uprooted.


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