John 15:1
I am the true vyne and my father ys an husbande man.
I am the true vyne and my father ys an husbande man.
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2Every braunche that beareth not frute in me he will take awaye. And every braunche that beareth frute will he pourge yt it maye bringe moare frute.
3Now are ye cleane thorow ye wordes which I have spoke vnto you.
4Byde in me and let me byde in you. As ye braunche canot beare frute of it sylfe excepte it byde in the vyne: no more can ye excepte ye abyde in me.
5I am the vyne and ye are the braunches. He that abydeth in me and I in him the same bringeth forth moche frute. For with out me can ye do nothinge.
6Yf a man byde not in me he ys cast forthe as a braunche and is wyddered: and men gadder it and cast it into the fyre and it burneth.
7Yf ye byde in me and my wordes also byde in you: axe what ye will and it shalbe done to you.
8Heare in is my father glorified that ye beare moche frute and be made my disciples.
9As the father hath loved me eve so have I leved you. Continue in my love.
13He answered and sayde: all plantes which my hevely father hath not planted shalbe plucked vp by the rotes.
1And he beganne to speake vnto them in similitudes. A certayne man planted a vineyarde and copased it with an hedge and ordeyned a wyne presse and bylt a toure in yt. And let yt out to hyre vnto husbandme and went into a straunge countre.
2And when the tyme was come he sent to the tennauntes a servaunt that he myght receave of the tenauntes of the frute of the vyneyarde.
10and in the vyne were.iij. braunches and it was as though it budded and her blossos shottforth: and ye grapes there of waxed rype.
16Ye have not chosen me but I have chosen you and ordeyned you that ye go and bringe forthe frute and that youre frute remayne that whatsoever ye shall axe of the father in my name he shulde geve it you.
10Belevest thou not that I am in ye father and the father in me? The wordes that I speake vnto you I speakee not of my selfe: but ye father that dwelleth in me is he that doeth ye workes.
11Beleve me that I am the father and ye father in me. At the leest beleve me for the very workes sake.
30And I and my father are one.
9Now also ys the axe leyd vnto the rote of the trees: so yt every tree which bringeth not forth good frute shalbe hewe doune and caste in to ye fyre.
19Every tree that bryngethe not forthe good frute shalbe hewe doune and cast into the fyre.
20That daye shall ye knowe that I am in my father and you in me and I in you
9Then begane he to put forthe to the people this similitude. A certayne man planted a vyneyarde and let it forthe to fermers and went him selfe into a straunge countre for a greate season.
10And when the tyme was come he sent a servaut to his tennauntes that they shuld geve him of the frutes of the vyneyarde. And the tennauntes dyd bet him and sent him awaye empty.
10Euenowe is ye axe put vnto ye rote of ye trees: soo that every tree which bringeth not forthe goode frute is hewe doune and cast into ye fyre.
6He put forthe this similiiude A certayne man had a fygge tree planted in his veneyarde and he came and sought frute theron and founde none.
7Then sayde he to ye dresser of his vyneyarde: Beholde this thre yeare have I come and sought frute in this fygge tree and fynde none: cut it doune: why combreth it the grounde?
6The husbandma that laboreth must fyrst receave of the frutes.
33Herken another similitude. Ther was a certayne housholder which planted a vineyarde and hedged it roude about and made a wynpresse in it and bilt a tower and let it out to husbandmen and wet in to a straunge coutre.
34And when the tyme of the frute drewe neare he sent his servauntes to the husbandmen to receave the frutes of it.
44For every tree is knowen by his frute. Nether of thornes gader men fygges nor of busshes gader they grapes.
9What shall then the LORde of the vyneyarde do? He will come and destroye ye tenauntes and let out the vyneyarde to other.
15And they cast him out of the vyneyarde and kylled him. Now what shall the Lorde of the vyneyarde do vnto them?
9whether it will beare frute: and if it beare not then after yt cut it doune
13Then sayde the LORde of the vyneyarde: what shall I do? I will sende my deare sonne him peradventure they will reverence when they se him.
14I am that good shepeheerd and knowe myne and am knowe of myne.
16though I iudge yet is my iudgmet true. For I am not alone: but I and the father that sent me.