Species
Subgenus Glycine
- Glycine albicans Tindale & Craven
- Glycine aphyonota B.E.Pfeil
- Glycine arenaria Tindale
- Glycine argyrea Tindale
- Glycine canescens F.J.Herm.
- Glycine clandestina J.C.Wendl.
- Glycine curvata Tindale
- Glycine cyrtoloba Tindale
- Glycine falcata Benth.
- Glycine gracei B.E.Pfeil & Craven
- Glycine hirticaulis Tindale & Craven
- Glycine hirticaulis subsp. leptosa B.E.Pfeil
- Glycine lactovirens Tindale & Craven
- Glycine latifolia (Benth.) C.Newell & Hymowitz
- Glycine latrobeana (Meissner) Benth.
- Glycine microphylla (Benth.) Tindale
- Glycine montis-douglas B.E.Pfeil & Craven
- Glycine peratosa B.E.Pfeil & Tindale
- Glycine pescadrensis Hayata
- Glycine pindanica Tindale & Craven
- Glycine pullenii B.E.Pfeil, Tindale & Craven
- Glycine rubiginosa Tindale & B.E.Pfeil
- Glycine stenophita B.E.Pfeil & Tindale
- Glycine syndetika B.E.Pfeil & Craven
- Glycine tabacina (Labill.) Benth.
- Glycine tomentella Hayata
Subgenus Soja (Moench) F.J. Herm.
- Glycine soja Sieb. & Zucc.
- Soybean, Glycine max (L.) Merr.
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