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Matthew 15:13 - Y'all Version Bible

13 But he answered, “Every plant 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 But he answering them, said: Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.

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Matthew 15:13
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They are planted in YHWH’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.


Then your people will all be righteous. They will inherit the land forever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands, that I may be glorified.


to provide for those who mourn in Zion, to give to them a garland for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of YHWH, that he may be glorified.


Then the disciples came and said to him, “Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this?”


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


Every branch in me that doesn’t bear fruit, ʜᴇ takes away. Every branch that bears fruit, ʜᴇ cleans, that it may bear more fruit.


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.


For we are God’s fellow workers. Y’all are God’s field, God’s building.


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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