Passage cross-references.

Whatsoever is sold in the shambles, that eat, asking no question for conscience sake:

Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.

Unto the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their mind and conscience is defiled.

Because it entereth not into his heart, but into the belly, and goeth out into the draught, purging all meats?

I know, and am persuaded by the Lord Jesus, that there is nothing unclean of itself: but to him that esteemeth any thing to be unclean, to him it is unclean.

Forbidding to marry, and commanding to abstain from meats, which God hath created to be received with thanksgiving of them which believe and know the truth. …

And he said unto them, Ye know how that it is an unlawful thing for a man that is a Jew to keep company, or come unto one of another nation; but God hath shewed me that I should not call any man common or unclean.

But the voice answered me again from heaven, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.

And put no difference between us and them, purifying their hearts by faith.

But that we write unto them, that they abstain from pollutions of idols, and from fornication, and from things strangled, and from blood.

For meat destroy not the work of God. All things indeed are pure; but it is evil for that man who eateth with offence.

For before that certain came from James, he did eat with the Gentiles: but when they were come, he withdrew and separated himself, fearing them which were of the circumcision. …

That ye abstain from meats offered to idols, and from blood, and from things strangled, and from fornication: from which if ye keep yourselves, ye shall do well. Fare ye well.

Which was a figure for the time then present, in which were offered both gifts and sacrifices, that could not make him that did the service perfect, as pertaining to the conscience; …

And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. …

And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.