Either make the tree good, and its fruit good; or make the tree corrupt, and its fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by the fruit.

For there is no beautiful tree producing corrupt fruit, nor corrupt tree producing beautiful fruit.

In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, is the tree of life, producing twelve manner of fruits, yielding its fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

And seeing one fig-tree near the road, He went to it, and found nothing on it, except leaves only. And He says to it, Let no fruit ever be from thee; and immediately the fig-tree withered away.

But already the ax is laid to the root of the trees; therefore every tree not producing good fruit is hewn down and cast into the fire.

But truly the ax is laid to the root of the trees; Therefore every tree not producing good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

So every good tree produces good fruits; and a corrupt tree produces evil fruits.

A good tree is not able to produce evil fruits, neither is a corrupt tree able to produce beautiful fruits.

Every tree not producing beautiful fruit is cut down and cast into the fire.

For every tree is known by its own fruit: for they do not gather figs from thorns, nor do they gather the grape-bunch from the bramble.

And He spoke this parable, A certain one had a fig-tree planted in his vineyard; and came seeking fruit on it and found none;

and he said to the vinedresser, Behold, three years from which I come seeking fruit on this fig-tree, and I find none: cut it down; why indeed does it cumber the ground?

For if you, having been cut off the olive tree which is wild by nature, and contrary to nature were grafted into the good olive tree: how much more shall these, who are the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree?

Every branch in me not producing fruit, He takes it away: and every one producing fruit, He purifies it, that it may produce more fruit.

These are rocks in your love-feasts, feasting along with you without fear shepherdizing themselves, clouds without water, driven away by the winds; withered trees, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

And if certain ones of the branches were broken off, and you being a wild olive-tree are grafted in among them, and have become a partaker of the root of the fatness of the olive-tree;

You did not choose me, but I chose you, and placed you in your position, that you may go forth and bear fruit, and your fruit may abide: in order that He may give you whatsoever you may ask in my name.

And He spoke a parable to them: Behold the fig-tree, and all the trees: