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

And Jesus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever. And his disciples heard {it}.

If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast {them} into the fire, and they are burned.

And when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only, and said unto it, Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever. And presently the fig tree withered away. {a fig tree: Gr. one fig tree}

And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.

Yea, they shall not be planted; yea, they shall not be sown: yea, their stock shall not take root in the earth: and he shall also blow upon them, and they shall wither, and the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.

But that which beareth thorns and briers {is} rejected, and {is} nigh unto cursing; whose end {is} to be burned.

What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes?

That the triumphing of the wicked {is} short, and the joy of the hypocrite {but} for a moment? {short: Heb. from near}

These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds {they are} without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.

And Jesus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever. And his disciples heard {it}.

And when the disciples saw {it}, they marvelled, saying, How soon is the fig tree withered away!

These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds {they are} without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

Now in the morning as he returned into the city, he hungered.

His roots are wrapped about the heap, {and} seeth the place of stones.

Yea, behold, {being} planted, shall it prosper? shall it not utterly wither, when the east wind toucheth it? it shall wither in the furrows where it grew.